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Dec. 31, 1991 New Year's Eve
Dear Diary,
Today is the last day I will ever write in you. Tomorrow I will forsake this collection and begin a new diary. I am afraid my pen is dying. But I will try to keep it alive long enough to write. Yesterday we had a great day. Julie's friend Karlan came over. But first, at about noon, we went to my mom's friend's house. Geoffrey, [my sister] and I had invited Michelle, but she didn't come. Then K
came at about 4:00, and my sister and she played, and I read. K had supper at our house, and when we went over to her house to return her, we got invited in. We got a snack there: hot chocolate, M&M's without peanuts, only big, cookies, chocolate money, chocolate santas, and Cinnamon Imperials. Whewh! We played witches, and that is getting stuff, and pretending to mix it all up, and then use it, pretending, though. K has this neat 8 ball that tells fortunes.
My pen is fading fast.
However, I asked The Ball whether I loved Ty, he loved me, and whether we would marry each other. The answer was "yes"! Of course, I don't trust that ball, but...
153 pages and 19 left. So, today I must bid my sad goodbye to this part of my diary forever, never to write in it again. Someday, when I feel the need, I will take these pages off the dusty self and let old memories, good and bad, flow into me. Taking this in mind and heart, let us go forth to the future.
Goodbye forever,
Joan Laurel [], Also Known As Joni
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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