Back when I was young enough to invent and trust in my own Boy Scout knot, I tied a tape-recorder to a turtle’s shell and set it free. The first hard rain must’ve broken the flimsy thing, but I like to pretend it recorded the rain without breaking. This way, if the turtle ever returned, I could listen to the salient sounds teeter throughout the hum of low-fidelity. Maybe I’d hear my voice as a child telling him not to go too far. Or maybe I’d only hear him passing through the tall grass and, very slowly, going too far.
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