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Little bits.

http://ursulav.livejournal.com/788772.html -- now I want to see this painting.

My darling co-workers, please check out http://www.livejournal.com/manage/invites.bml

Right now I'm carrying some bitter and hurt. The only thing I can think of to do to make it better is to define how it should be, and how it could be and not make me bitter and hurt and betrayed. More on that later. Maybe. But now that I know how to define it, I'll get around it some way.

And it's almost time for work.
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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