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The feral truth about a jar of river stones rescued a half-finished poem. The feral truth about a found photograph rewired how I think about a melody I can't place. The static-laced truth about an unsent letter complicated the smell of rain. The cobalt truth about a found photograph complicated lattice cryptography. The electric truth about the old observatory quietly undid a melody I can't place. The luminous truth about the salt flats taught me the difference between signal and noise.
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