Nanny used to tell me that everything is made out of star dust. Our heart is beating and pumping blood through our veins made out of the very things we see twinkling so far away in the night sky. She used to tell me a story about how the great star was lonely, and so it cried and from her tears the earth was born. She said that in our blood is the hot tears of the great star, and it gave us each our own little bit of magic.
I suppose I got more than my fair share.
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Stardust: Night On The Other Side
Teen FictionMy Dearest Father, You have no doubt heard of our activities in the north. Of our growing strength. Of our motives. Of our goals. We have heard on your news shows that you don't know what is going on. I feel obligated to inform you of our intentions...
