To get through the night I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young and the light the stars gave...

To get through the night I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.
Jill Bialosky

To get through the night I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young and the light the stars gave off was their brightness. Jill Bialosky

To get through the night I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.
Jill Bialosky