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LET THE RUNNING AND SCREAMING COMMENCE

I AM NOT AT ALL IN A SLOW MOOD TONIGHT. I ALREADY SANG MYSELF HOARSE WHILE DRIVING HOME. I STILL HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO POWER A MID-SIZED CITY FOR A FEW HOURS. I AM TORN BETWEEN WANTING TO BE VERY VERY QUIET IN A CORNER (IN THE GOOD WAY) AND WANTING TO YELL AND BOUNCE OFF WALLS. I AM ABUSING THE CAPS LOCK KEY.

NOW I WILL SHUT UP AND SLEEP.
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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