| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In today's poverty of expression, it would be called a WMD. Except that it was ours, and so real that days after marveling at a sky alight with all kinds of beautiful colors, young Bruno also took in the sight of refugees from downwind of the blast at Bikini Atoll, miserable and burned and belatedly evacuated to Kwajalein.
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