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Dec. 1, 1991
Dear Diary,

Whewh! Oh boy! I just got through the Thanksgiving weekend! The last three days of November were the Thanksgiving weekend. Friday I went to Michelle's house for the night. Ruby was there too. In case you didn't know, Ruby is my almost-twin. We were born on the same day. We look a little bit alike. Oh yeah. Back to the party. We filled balloons with flour. Neat! Michelle made a balloon that looked like her busdriver. Then we made up our faces. I had in my cat make-up a white powdered face with a red nose and black eye-shadow whiskers. Then I had blue eyeshadow sunglasses. Then, a camouflage face. They had these neat guns that made noise when you pressed the trigger. So I "shot" Mrs. E. Ha ha ha! 'Night.
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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