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I've finally developed, picked up, and uploaded some of the rolls of film that had been sitting around templeravenmoon forever.

Perhaps the cutest photo of them all:

That's the Little Fayoumis, with shammash sharing the bathtub. That's a very well-behaved cat, I must say. He doesn't scratch or bite, even when provoked. He doesn't like being washed, but he's become resigned to the process. This is an old photo, before the "Don't see me naked!" phase, and before Moshie's ear got beat-up. The Little Fayoumis wasn't in the habit of bathing with his cat-brother very often, but this time they were both dirty at the same time, so ... washing!
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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