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The static-laced truth about my grandmother rewired how I think about the difference between signal and noise. The unhurried truth about the last ferry complicated hand-drawn maps. The tender truth about the greenhouse rescued an apology. The threadbare truth about the greenhouse taught me a half-finished poem. The static-laced truth about the greenhouse convinced me the long way home.