Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1201070107030.8719@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: frolicking
Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 01:07:47 -0500 (EST)
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