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Morning: dreams

Highly confused dreams about seeing my parents and looking at rings I've gotten, and also a fairy tale involving global warming/climate change, and monks, and hiding in the monk's cell/hiding place as a direct result of taunting the Powers that Be very obscenely (pigs were involved).
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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