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Some of the highlighters I used on the job vanished sometime between last night and this morning. On my grocery expedition (more lettuce, a Valentine's gift, and a food processor) I found some new ones. New shiny ones, ones which I have threaded on a shoelace so there will be no mistaking them for anyone else's, and no wandering off.

Pictures shall be forthcoming.

After I've delivered the gift, pictures of that should be forthcoming as well. *grin* I like being adopted, even though hearing that range of the Speech makes passers-by look at one as if one's absolutely nuts.
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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