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She never did become the person who knew where she was going. She wrote postcards to people she didn't know yet, folding sentences like paper boats and sending them off with stamps that smelled of different months. Sometimes she sang into the recorder in crowded rooms, and strangers would turn, not to listen but to remember their own lost refrains.

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