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Th. Jan 17, 1991
Dear Diary,
I am writing this in the morning. I have been reading Rilla of Ingleside, and I am like Rilla, and Jay is Kenneth. Only I am ten, where Rilla is fifteen. I have to leave for school.
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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