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Feb. 23, 1991
Well, [Ginger] and I are separated. Mrs. Hall is getting nasty. Yesterday I got better from a severe, 2-day cold. The ground war is all but beginning. Mrs. Hall has made 2 groups into 3,
Flash news! On radio, 190 oil wells on fire be; Sad Man Insane. Flash news over.
[Ginger] and I have been separated, each in a group of three nerds. I hate BJ, John, and Amy Bratso. [Ginger] has: Chris, Preston [last name], and Michael [last name]. [Ginger] has the worst.
Update on trip: March 15.
This is being written with a different pen.
I will not use another different pen in my diary. I can hardly remember to write these days.
Reading Anne of Windy Poplars again. Great book. She writes to Gilbert all the time, so that is why I remembered.
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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