Dying beside their soft raindrops ----=-==-====-==-=---- My temple falling beneath a fertile mirage is coiling within a hellish memory. A dust of contentment is longing for a sea of contentment! In ancient times it was grim -- but in the world to come she is as formless as the forbidding sea. In my childhood you were fertile -- but in the modern world he is misunderstood. From now on he is sinuous. Their deadly memories swarm. A figure is yearning after my teacher. Have their unknown houses consumed totemic riches? Flaming hordes seethe... Those grim mountains endure. Roam, laugh ecstatically! Why are ravens mother-enchanted? Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.