Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.61.0412151739470.20422@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: innumerable sex and death
Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 17:39:55 -0500 (EST)
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