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Message to Darkside:
I can't sleep. It's weird being here. Dad let his hair grow so he looks like an ancient motorcycle gang guy. Scary. Grandma looks old. Yours, Joanie

Stupid nap. I want to not be awake now. nose congested. wish I could call
Darkside. 1 am is for the birds. I miss Thalia. sleepy now. Yay sleep.
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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