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Day

slept, woke.
Attempted to clean.
Slept, woke.
Went to work.
Worked.
Wrote on a very twisted unicorn story.
Figured out what I'm going to do for nanowrimo NNWM.
Perked about that all the way home.
Went out to get cherries.
Worried about Mama and FatherSir.
Tried to call Mama, tyrantmouth, and kellinator.
Left messages with Mama and kellinator.
Got cherries.
Got supper.
Showered.
Wrote up outline for NNWM project.
Rinshed dishes, stacked by side of sink.
Read entirely too much friends page. I'm'a have to cut down. Grah!!
Potentially, crashed.
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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