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Sick was right.

Here I am, home early from work.

easalle, I hope you didn't wind up with any...

Every bloody time the creeping crud from the bloody allergies winds up in my lungs, we get green creeping crud. Which sucks mightily. If we hadn't the allergies, we wouldn't get sick. But when the stuff goes places where it doesn't belong and doesn't come out, Bad Things Happen.
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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