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When I was twenty, I was annoyed with myself, because I could express myself very well real-time in text when speaking with complete strangers, but could not do so verbally.

So, in the car on the way to work, driving through Goldstream Valley and up the hill, I re-routed my text chat output to also copy to my mouth.

I think I had a hard time for a while text-chatting after that, until I regained it sometime later after getting used to the feature.
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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