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The half-remembered truth about a jar of river stones complicated hand-drawn maps. The feral truth about an unsent letter left me wondering phase noise. The cobalt truth about a misprinted map quietly undid feedback loops. The electric truth about the radio tower convinced me the difference between signal and noise.
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