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Ahh, old memories.

The Pink Skirt.

Someone in cty_therapy made a bunch of icons.

When I go home, I'm going to have to scan and collect as many of the pictures that I have that I can fit on disk or burned or mailed to my lovely gmail account or something like that.

Icon bunnies: "I know that you're in love with him" -- me and pyrogenic collapsed at the dance; "can you teach me how to dance real slow" (?); and then I know there are shots of the American Pie lineup around somewhere.

But, yes, the pink skirt.

So much to do. I don't want to go to bed until dawn, but then I've got to work that 12.5 hour shift, so I've got to sleep sometime.
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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