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August 2, 1991, Fri
Dear Diary,
Okay! So I didn't write the rest of my dream. The rest was only about a beach party and getting out of the boarding school.
Today, I made some chocolate chip cookies. I haven't written in this old thing for ages.

Yesterday we went to the dentist. What I got there was: X-rays of my teeth taken, cleaning and polishing of my teeth, the icky fluoride treatment, and quite a few prizes for being good. What Julie and I got together was: 2 toothbrushes, 2 small floss packs, a foam rubber ball, a pen-bracelet, a styrofoam model of an eagle that looks sort of like this in shape from the side.

[Diagram of toy]

The funny colored thing on the front is a plastic crash-helmet steering device thing. The other thing besides all the tooth stuff is a neat clear green plastic ruler. I'll tell you more tomorrow. Goodnight! 10:45 PM, Joan logging.
Just computer language! Goodnight 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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