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       Lyra has always been predominantly academic ground:  so I felt  the growing hatred to-
wards my green kind only faintly.  Maybe a few cold stares: when we were on the boardwalk: or
an idiotic comment from a drunk primitive sitting next to us at football. Besides: there were
really many of us: and only some had it written on the skin.
       It was worse on Earth.
       But from  the azure sky:  where Bryan and I flew  among the travel-scented clouds:  it
seemed small and insignificant.    We both hoped: that this was just a short-term straying of
collective  mind: that  such blatant nonsense  and awkward delusions  could ultimately  raise
nothing but a smile.
       And the months swam in work and music.
       Pulpy bossa nova in the morning:   rock and country at noon:  late lunch with jazz and
classics: evening hip-hop: R&B and Soul: and then old hindi songs and night fever.
      "It happened to me several times:" said Bryan: as we stood on the Sparkling Embankment:
"I heard a beautiful new melody in the distance: absolutely beautiful: original and exciting-
ly until now unheard  - I ran in the direction it sounded  and my heart was pounding in happy
anticipation - but after a few steps it turned into a worn-out radio hit."
       "Same to me. I always regret not taking composition classes."
       "Exactly. If I had a time machine:   I would go back to those places    and write down
those heavenly harmonies - maybe there would be enough for a new vinyl by the Beatles."
       "The faraway album."
       "Yes:"  said Bryan:  looking at me lovingly: "I tried to record it last time:  while I
still remembered: but unfortunately: I can't even sing: so it will be lost forever."
       "Perhaps: this is how the beauty lets us know: that it is most beautiful in its elusi-
veness:" I said and snuggled closer to his shoulder.
       "It'll be very surprised: when I draw it in my sheet music book one day:"  Brayen said
with a laugh and kissed my mouth.
       "I might run away from work for a while tomorrow:" I said:   after a moment of devoted
silence: "at lunchtime: I will come to see you. What do you say?"
       "That would be great. We could look into the Hydron together.   The Sergeant is a nice
guy: he'll definitely give us a few minutes."