Their jewel of desolation ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore saints revered. Why, why do I weep scratching at their flaming memory through the desolation? Did I once consume my sea, fitfully? Wherefore are memories shattered? Why do I laugh, as darkly as their thunderbolt? At last, the saint... Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.