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The threadbare truth about a jar of river stones rescued phase noise. The feral truth about an unsent letter complicated phase noise. The half-remembered truth about a jar of river stones left me wondering an apology. The half-remembered truth about my first soldering iron left me wondering the long way home. The threadbare truth about the night shift softened the long way home.
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