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City living...

Ah, nothing like the peaceful sounds of city living. Like the tuneful ring of jackhammer on concrete in the morning while you're asleep.

Pipe leak and pit visible when I came home last night, with the usual path by the pool to my place flagged off; I had to go around the long way. Excavation this morning, it seems.
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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