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Jan. 18, 1991
The third day. I wonder when ever the war will be over. The war seems so unreal and hazy compared with the everyday hardships and things. [Ginger] left for Mexico last night. She won't be back until next Friday--a week from today. We are having dinner at [family name of swallowtayle's popular friend with the long red hair]'. I hope it will be fun. I hope that at school, BJ and John and Amy will not bother me, especially about my hat. When will the war be over?
Well, the dinner was a success. We put on a R, W, & B Club thing. Talk about fun! I will stay up until Saturday, I think. It is now 11:06 PM. This book is hard to write in. [Red-headed friend] has quite the kitchen. 11:09?
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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