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The world has lost the imagination of of a great writer. Anne McCaffrey: April 1, 1926 - November 21, 2011.

May the crystals always sing to her at sunrise and may she rest safely within the shadow of dragon wings.

I remember.

I remember sitting on a friend's livingroom couch eating oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins which a bunch of other SF friends.

I remember we *all* held our breath until we heard those first words and then I'll always be amazed we didn't blow the windows out of the house with the sound of cheering.

I remember the science fiction that had become a major part of my teenage life merging with science fact that July morning.

I remember the day the entire planet united as one people with one voice: one fear, one concern and one common goal.

I remember the day the world changed.

I remember.