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Childhood Friends

Something I was writing put me in mind of a childhood friend, the son of one of my mother's friends. We made "spruce-cone bricks" out of spruce cones and mud, memorably, and fireweed goop, and had all sorts of fun times.

I Googled him, and evidently back in 2000 he presented a paper that he and several other underclassmen wrote. Congratulations, Geoff...
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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