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As most of those who have met me in person will know, I have the habit of wearing a strand of hair in a small, tight, braid, with pony beads strung on it, on the left side of my head.

I'd been wearing this latest strand since at least October. Today I cut it off for the interview.

I feel so very naked.
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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