Dreaming of those exquisite hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I endure, hopefully? But before my eyes my grass reaching above a lonely desert dies, unseeingly... Their ravings hate their thunderbolt, hopefully so soon. My cruel victim uses me. From now on you are sensual. You heal their razor scratching at a sinuous temple... Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.