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Day or disaster area?

There are three classifications for what kind of day
it is now:
A day. You know. A day.
A disaster area. Not a day anymore. Not even a really
bad day.
New: a construction zone. Not a day anymore, because
it's too fucking busy, but not actually a disaster
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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