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Dear Diary
Oct. 1, 1991
I'm standing on my mother's greenhouse, looking for our load of topsoil. I know that I'm not allowed to, but I can see. I've got the ringside view of everything. Here comes truck
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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