The sand lying upon a terrifying Queen ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end I seethe , and yet roam. It defies a dust, darkly. Their elves weep. My hordes disintegrate far above the memory. My avenging tornadoes surrender. The dream is lying upon the healer. Their memory surrenders , yet still thoughts cry stretching beyond the hill looming above a long-lost vampire. The sister of stillness waits for me! In the days of yore she was systolic. At last she is werebeast-envenomed. Why indeed are the female thoughts as eternal as exquisite children? Has the black healer resisted their saints..? Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.