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        <title>Recovering the Satellites</title>
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&lt;p&gt;It was 1996. A newlywed in a small town in the mountains of Virginia. A sparsely furnished first-floor apartment. The burn in the linoleum left by a comal that split and was sent flying from the electric stove. Strumming my acoustic guitar to this CD in the barren living room, separated by a plastic sheet hung to keep the heat in the side of the apartment we actually used. Carver 900 receiver, Advent Legacy speakers, that crappy Panasonic five-disc changer that everyone had. Feeling weird that I didn&#x27;t have anyone to hang out with and listen to this new CD. Wondering if I&#x27;ll ever see my friends again. Nobody here knows who I am.&lt;&#x2F;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The chances of me listening to this album on a streaming service were none. I can&#x27;t remember the last time I listened to it. And, while I listened to &lt;em&gt;Recovering the Satellites&lt;&#x2F;em&gt; considerably less than &lt;em&gt;August and Everything After&lt;&#x2F;em&gt;, I must have listened enough because everything came back to me. This is the beauty of physical media — I would never have found this in my virtual media collection.&lt;&#x2F;p&gt;
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