There was a night when a boy and a girl held hands on the deck of a boat, watched the stars, and talked about the girl’s future.

There was a boy who took the stars away from the eyes of a beautiful cat, so she painted and painted and painted.

A small child told his mother he was sad he couldn’t reach the stars, so she caught a firefly and let him watch the pulsing glow before shooing the insect away.

Somewhere, there is a flower that only comes out at night and dances in the shadows the stars create.

There is a baby who thinks that stars and freckles are the same.

There is a girl who firmly believes that God made the stars just so she could write about them.

There is a celebrity who misunderstood what it meant to be a star when he was younger and really just wants to go home.

There is a man who told his brother that he wanted his last sight to be a sky full of stars and a ground full of snow.

Once upon a time, a rich father stole some stars from the sky to sew them into the fabric of his daughter’s dress so she would love him. She did and then gave the stars back to the sky.

There was a girl feeling sad who wanted to walk into the sky and turn off the stars one at a time.

The stars I saw last year are the same that I saw yesterday but they’ve lost some substance this time around.

My mom saw the stars when she was younger and some of them may have died since then, but we won’t be able to see that for a while.

Even when there is a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, the stars are still there, turning slowly like dancers who have forgotten to arrange for a ride home.