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A portrait of the Lunatic at ten

Imagine one of those scratch pads -- the kind that had the black coating on top, and you scratched it away to reveal a color underneath. OK, now imagine that the color underneath is not one color, but interesting rectangular patches of different colors. Now imagine that all the colors underneath are neon. Now make a pseudo-tribal pattern all over this. Got it? Great.

Now make this into fabric, and make that fabric into pants. Like bellbottoms, in a way, only that big all over. Add suspenders for good measure.

Wear it with a screaming pink shirt, too much makeup, and badly curled hair.
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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