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Nov. 8, 1991
Dear Diary,
I am so mad at George C. He stinks! He punched me in the eye yesterday. And he biffed my arm and shook me until my teeth rattled. I stayed home from school, because I felt rotten.
I've remembered today the fun time we had at the spring choir concert. And I also remembered the other concert, where Nicole D. pulled Lillian's shirt out, and Jay wore a TIE! Those days were so fun. Goodnight.
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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