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omg dead.

My brain hurts; my face aches; my body does not have energy; I've been verging on a
panic attack because I can't breathe. All day long.

And about five people have called out sick, it seems, so I'm here.

OMG I want to go hoooome.

(They're noticing that I'm not up to par; a lot of shortcomings are being attributed
to being stoned out of my head on antihistimines. It's actually due to congestion in
the sinuses, I think.)
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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