Stars

I saw the stars again not too long ago. I was walking to my friend’s house [...]. He lived with his mother and younger sister in a one-story house with a pink roof and candy decorations. It reminded me of a gingerbread house.

On my way over, I looked up into the night sky and saw those [...] stars [...] above the rooftops and trees. I [...] stared at those [...] pinpoint stars in their clear-cut constellations, with [...] silver lines connecting them together to outline the star formations. I remember seeing the [Big Dipper] distinctly [...]. Some of the silver lines turned to flashes of crimson that streaked across the darkness.

[...] I remember thinking, It’s just like what I saw in my dream [...] The Eskimo and the Stars.

Then I ran up to that gingerbread house and knocked hurriedly on the door. My friend’s mother and younger sister appeared and I told them to look at the sky [...].

And we [...] stood there along with some of the neighbors who had come out onto their doorsteps to marvel at [...] the stars.

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