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Green Fairy

Once it's made, first, you inhale, and the scent kicks your brain like a sockful of black licorice jellybeans. Then you sip -- ever so small a sip -- and inhale and let the air take the scent and the alcohol up into your sinuses and down into your lungs. You almost have to smoke it.

I am having maybe a tablespoon.

I can see how this stuff attracted a following.
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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