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The movie wasn't, actually, very well-reviewed. I enjoyed it, though, because it was my Star Trek fix, and I was hooked.

I went to see it with Savil, and I came home hyper, and hollered, "Hello, Admiral!" to my father as I passed him on the path -- he was wearing a red vest, splitting wood, first name Jim.

I was waiting for that movie for the first part of my freshman year of high school. I wasn't counting the days, quite, but I was aware that it was to be released, and that I needed to see it. Not wanted. Needed. Wanted, I could do without. Needed, I had to be there in order to see it. I had to make it. Because I had to see it.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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