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OK, OK, I take the point.

Dear Universe,

When you hear me mentally composing a general ill-tempered snarl about The State Of
Things and Things That Irritate Me, I appreciate the caring gesture of your
bitchslap, but ... was that really necessary?



In related news, OW CRAMPS.

(You probably don't want to hear the rant that the universe decided to warn me
against, as it was snarly, surly, required re-thinking, probably petty, and all that
sort of like fun stuff. It's something for me to mull over for a few days before I
think about posting anything like it, not just a few minutes of rambling.)
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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