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22 Eroticism in the Ionosphere “What’s up?” is a joke you’ll not hear, nor anything about“the gravity of the situation,” for the hand is weightless (almost) and the moist forest of hair dries out. Up and down are willed, Hal and Penny’s body-echoes like short-lived cirrus clouds. Love freeze-dries, the shuddering orgasm a homeless radio wave, brief static in“Fly Me To The Moon.” J.C. ...

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