her whole existence was built on dust and starlight, but oh, god, dust and starlight make stars and hers shone as brightly as anyone else's. her dust was painful but it was a crucial part of the star's composition, and you couldn't find a single flaw worth pointing out. she shone so brightly she gave light to others, shone so brightly she caused the black holes to be hidden from existence. but stars have a life cycle. stars burn out. she shone so brightly she burned out too soon. if the star had been a person, the people would have wept until their tearful rivers had run dry. but this star was a person, and so the tearful rivers ran dust-dry. the dust collecting at the bottom of the channel eventually lifted, rising into the vast unknown. children pointed at the cloud-like clusters, whispering words of awe through the brightly-colored lips they sported, grabbing the hands of their guardians with their sticky, popsicle-infused fingers. the collections of dust rose, rose higher, latching onto starlight. and so the process began again.
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cadence
Nouvelles[small stories] ca•dence /kādns/ noun a sequence of notes or chords compromising the close of a musical phrase. the final cadences of the song swept a bittersweet taint through its waters.
