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WordPerfect 12

One of the things that I adore about this computer? It came with WordPerfect. I grew up on that program. I love it. I adore it. In 1995, I could make that program do all sorts of crazy things. I could practically make it toast you bagels for lunch, or at least format everything sensibly. The one thing that pissed me off was the lack of spellcheck ability on large files. It would crash...

But. Yum.


All mine.

The Necromancer's Prayer and I are going to have some fun with this. Oh, yes. Another 500-some words just noodling now, getting things done and set up. I just have to keep writing, and something new pops in. I know how he died, now. And I didn't know about the baby. Ooo, interesting. Bwahaha.
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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