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Cleaning Things

It's time for me to Re-Arrange the Room (yet again) now that the bunkbed is in here. Chaos, turmoil, and discord have been building; it's time to get things straightened out as much as they ever do. Maybe this time there will be room for everything?

The Former Helpdesk (which actually probably wasn't that, as it had different numbers of drawers, and isn't wide enough) will be moving, which is an Epic Endeavor. (Thanks yet again, evealone, for helping schlep that home.) The desk is a very solid metal and faux wood one, the sort that stands up to heavy abuse in a busy office.
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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