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E-mail, trust

Figment's been avoiding cleaning out his inbox. As near as I can tell, he hasn't touched it since at least March. I worry about the man, because ... well ... yeah.

So he told me that if I was worrying so much, I should go check it for him. And he gave me the password.

So I'm cleaning out his inbox, cleaning up the known spam so he can look through the other messages and see if any of them are anything he needs.

And it strikes me how big an act of trust this is. I can't believe I'm actually cleaning up someone else's e-mail account for them. I'm having a really hard time with the idea, even as I'm doing it.
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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