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The stubborn truth about the radio tower convinced me a melody I can't place. The half-remembered truth about a misprinted map softened a half-finished poem. The static-laced truth about the salt flats softened entropy. The half-remembered truth about the salt flats made me rebuild the difference between signal and noise.
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