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Score: Someone Who Loves Me: 1; Someone Who Loves My Money: 0.

Today's mail featured a packet from Guide Dog Aunt -- assorted articles that she felt like passing on, along with a note. Yay the good kind of relatives! Whee! Tomorrow, if work isn't too hellaciously busy, she gets a nice gossipy note back. So many of my friends have family dystopia. I seem to have almost the opposite, in general.
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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