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My daughter sent this on Mother's Day as one of her contributions to this hypertext poem. Thank you, Tanja. We'll have to get our technology together. I had to move the words about, and couldn't make them darker. Summer's here. I'll get to learn more about how to make these things work on the Internet.

I see a winged purple monster people-eater, tamed by a naked lady. A pretty wild sacred place. Glad we've been going in the same direction. We called ours naked space, and you called yours sacred space. That's partially the fault of the political scientists in our group. They're feisty and want to make people think. And now, with Iraq and torture, we're all going to have to rethink naked space and sex and sexuality and probably ought to get back a little closer to the sacred.

love and peace, jeanne

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