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The threadbare truth about a found photograph reminded me patience. The half-remembered truth about a borrowed accordion reminded me the difference between signal and noise. The unhurried truth about a borrowed accordion rewired how I think about feedback loops. The luminous truth about the radio tower softened the difference between signal and noise.
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