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she [thinks} of the time she'd opened a transistor radio to replace
a battery and [saw] her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of 
houses
and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her...with the same 
unexpected,
astonishing clarity as the circuit card had...there were to both outward
patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to
communicate. There'd seemed no limit to what the printed circuit could
have told her (if she had tried to find out); so in her first minute of 
San Narciso,
a revelation also trembled just past the threshold of her understanding.

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