The death of the landline
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The gentle click of my grandmother's rotary telephone in Sydney was pure magic to my four-year-old ears. As I perched on her lap, each spin of the dial marked another moment closer to hearing Mum's voice. We forgot my stuffed leopard, the only missing for my sleep over.
That landline wasn't just a device back then – it was the beating heart of our home a…
