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I'm not used to being alone in my head anymore. I'm not used to living with doubt. I live with fear, but not with doubt. In random passing, I told my first bondmate what my worst fear is. He did not comment, it being only a passing reference, but perhaps it'll serve to warn him off trying anything stupid.

I think things are good -- he tells me, now, beforehand, when he's going to be out, because I've let him know I appreciate it.

Now to let him know how very much it would mean to me to see him for my birthday.
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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