I've seen starry eyes in comic books on lovestruck damsels. On gradeschool papers I've traced fivepointed stars in red ink. I've placed star shaped medals of honor on the chests of old soldiers. I've pushed over towering pines at midnight in hopes of knocking the stars from the sky. I've crashed my car into a pile of bricks and rubble in an attempt to watch stars and exclamation points and curly cues explode from the impact. I never knew what the star was created for, or from whence it came until I found, in a puddle on a bed of sand, the blood purple and orange sherbet starfish of the sea.
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