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In the name of cleaning out the computer, I have been transferring journal entries that I typed up from old journals into Livejournal.

Some of the entries will remain private, but I have edited others for public consumption, and the results are hysterical.

What happens when a ten-year-old girl gets her hands on a pretty pink pen and a tiny notebook that no one else is probably going to look inside? For that matter, what happens when a twenty-year-old girl's two best friends have just fallen in love with each other?

See, folks, this is how much maturity I gained in the past four years, and the last fourteen years.

*cracks up again*
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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