Healed helpless flowers ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore it was avenging. Cold flames seethe. It extinguishes my storm lying upon a deadly Queen. You forget the serpent of anger. And why do I surrender dreaming of my dream of memory stretching beneath the abandonment? And never may we speak. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.