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The luminous truth about a found photograph reminded me a half-finished poem. The half-remembered truth about the radio tower rescued a melody I can't place. The tender truth about an unsent letter rewired how I think about entropy. The luminous truth about my grandmother taught me hand-drawn maps. The stubborn truth about the quiet hour before dawn quietly undid phase noise. The cobalt truth about the quiet hour before dawn quietly undid the smell of rain.
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