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not my day...

I knew this wasn't going to be my day.
When Sis gingerly knocked on the door of my room and proudly displayed the baklava, I started laughing.
"And how many walnuts are in that?" I asked, when I was able to speak.
(Sidenote: I shouldn't have walnuts. They tear the inside of my mouth off.)
Sis started apologizing. She hadn't even thought about walnuts...
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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