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The Purple Star
by Allison Jane Gonsalves
A very short story
I once knew a girl who kept a fallen star in her pocket.
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The star was purple.
She loved the star so much because it seemed to fall just for her one night when she went swimming in the sea. It cast pretty little glimmers of iridescent purple across the water.
One night, by the warmth of the sea, the girl decided it was time to let go of the purple star because she could sense it longed to go back to the nightsky. So, she took the star out of her pocket and placed it delicately into the palms of her hands. Then she closed her eyes and made a wish that the star may find happiness again. With soft breath, she gently blew the star into the cloudless sky.
The star gently floated up into the nightsky, now dazzling with violet hues up by the side of the moon, almost dancing. The star was happy…
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...and the girl was happy too. Her wish came true.
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