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Lust, and men

I still lust after his bookshelves. They're tall, dark wood, with shelves that are at least a foot deep. They're probably heavy as hell. They have gaming books and assorted hardbacks and random miniatures, IIRC, in front of the books.

I love him, and I really love his bookshelves.
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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