I opted for an internet telephone some years ago. What was good was all the calls came as gmail attachments and to this day I have messages in the early parts of my account, saved as MP3s. I have to delete them now because they take up too much room but there are some gems. Friends who since died. When you hear a dead person’s voice – they are alive again. Music too is the illusion of something seeming to be alive.
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