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Morning with the Little Fayoumis:

Silence, and the steady sound of the a/c dripping into the bucket.

Click of the doorknob.
Sound of a sneeze.
No Little Fayoumis.

Evidently he just opened the door so he could sneeze out of it? (Either that or he's now wiping his face up.) But still no sign of him.

I am amused.
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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