collecting minnows in a jerry can to borrow their gleam

Bone dry, I left out the stars like dishes on a counter. I just forgot. I didn’t mean to, I’d put everything else delicate away after, I swear. Now mother’s upset with me. I might even be grounded. None of them will twinkle tonight, she says. She says they’ll just sit there like shapeless stones. It makes me worry. I don’t know how to make new ones yet.

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