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Horses sweat. Men perspire. Ladies glow.

If that's so, then I may as well have a pair of 300 watt bulbs as a bosom. Arizona is hot. The Lunatic is well-hydrated. This fall season is unaccountably damp by Arizona summer standards.

Things that there should be in Arizona: commercially-made bras that are lined with terrycloth. Things I have not found in Arizona: the identical item.

I am making do with washcloths lining my cups, and I find it much more comfortable than the alternative. It is somewhat warmer, and somewhat bulkier, than wearing the bra without lining, but it pays off massively in comfort, stain-free shirts, and a huge reduction in the chafing from damp synthetics.
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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