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the lonely hours

The apartment seems so very huge now that it's not stuffed with three other people and all their furniture.

I can get morose, rattling around here by myself with just little Miss Raven keeping me company.

Of course, one good solid mention of Darkside, and I glue myself together and wrap myself up in ribbon so I won't fall apart until he's there to undo 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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