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Mosquitoes. Death. Yay! (Though there's always the ecological concerns.)

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There's an e-mail I need to send someone. Sometimes dreams tell you about the things you can't afford to lose, not ever. And -- in this dream, I had lost that. Or maybe it's for talking about, not writing about. Either way, I need to say this. And I don't feel right talking about that dream in public until I've said that. So I had this nightmare last night. The ghost train part was interesting. It was still a nightmare, though.
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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