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Stealth Mode Activated

I'm now in my blacks from top to toe, with nice shoes, the good slacks, a two-layer shirt, a necklace just whimsical enough to be suspected of a sense of humor, cosmetics, and styling product in my pinned-back hair.

Go, me.

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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