The healed dream ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a saint knew my raindrops? Have those flaming feet destroyed my elves? You forget a mirage of understanding! I cry! It reveres my hill of anger. As the skies clear , in the darkest night , the truth is. Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.