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As always, the bond.

Called Darkside. Chatted for quite some time. Shared job bitching. Shared commentary on truth and friendship. Got to listen in to several sides of interaction with his parents. His mother hollered a question; I shared answers with Darkside. I feel honored to be included as much as I am in his interaction with his parents. He clearly discusses me with them, as I am one of his closer friends and his parents know more about me than I've told them.

It was nice talking with him. Mmm, nice happy chatting and silliness. I refrained from giggling at the latest development in his job (until I was off the phone); his workplace seems to think he's more of a people person than he actually is.
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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