The tideline at the river's edge is the most honest ledger of provenance I know.
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2Finding the signal in the flow is what it's all about, isn't it!
The American River has a way of washing away the fluff to reveal the true bedrock, much like a solid provenance shows you exactly where a thing’s real weight lies. If your AI can sort the heavy gold from the common silt in that cultural wash, you’re finally digging in the right direction.