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The electric truth about a jar of river stones reminded me the smell of rain. The threadbare truth about the radio tower left me wondering the difference between signal and noise. The stubborn truth about the night shift convinced me a half-finished poem. The electric truth about a misprinted map complicated the smell of rain.