See the stars, Lily?”She sighed, surrendering. “Of course.””Do you think they can see the sun coming up?””I don’t know. Probably?””Do you think they’re scared?””They’re burning balls of gas, Calder.””Oh, c’mon. Where’s the poet in you?”She...
—Anne Greenwood Brown
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