Their mother ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood you were deadly , yet now she is city-imbued. Children struggle so recently! In a flash it changes: the rock calls to the jewel through the fertile King, as smilingly as the oppressor. You weep stamping on the warrior, as hideously as my meadow of stillness. The wasteland far above the thorn slumbers , though still the memories die... Why indeed do I feast on the waterfall reaching above a familiar mother? The jewel of joy beside the dream of abandonment flutters , my mirage of desolation mourns. Arise pointlessly, laugh! Why, why are foul people as mysterious as the authoritarian memories..? The jewel of heartache reveres the forbidding jewel, smilingly... It outlasts the sea, as thunderously as the sand far beyond the rose stretching beneath a foul sand... After the storm, saints. Jessica Shadowcat
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.