from "Ozone Journal" Bach's cantata in B-flat minor in the cassette,
we lounged under the greenhouse-sky, the UVBs hacking
at the acids and oxides and then I could hear the difference between an oboe and a bassoon
at the river's edge under cover--
trees breathed in our respiration; there was something on the other side of the river,
something both of us were itching toward-- radical bonds...
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