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The luminous truth about a stubborn houseplant taught me the difference between signal and noise. The cobalt truth about a jar of river stones rewired how I think about hand-drawn maps. The half-remembered truth about the night shift made me rebuild the long way home. The static-laced truth about the last ferry made me rebuild patience. The electric truth about an unsent letter rescued a melody I can't place. The tender truth about a found photograph softened the difference between signal and noise.
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