02-23-2017, 03:17 PM
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The stars twinkled over head, playing tricks on the moon as they winked. A midnight sky was only enhanced by their efforts, they brought a white light that swallowed the darkness where they sat. They made the sky playful and enchanting. Lidell liked to watch them, the stars, perhaps she had learned that from her Mother and Uncle. They always seemed to be entranced when the sun went down and the moon flew up. Their gold gilded heads rising to stare with eyes that mimicked that which they seemed to love so much.
Sometimes Mother and Uncle seemed sad, tiny tears glittering in the corners of their bewitching eyes.
She knew the stories, had begged them to be told again and again. Often they found her whispering the tale beneath her breath, knowing each word by heart. That didn’t make her love them less, in fact she adored each retelling, amused and excited for that which she had listened to a thousand times.
<i> What are you thinking?</i> her black face turned to her Uncle Guthrie, a grin spreading on her charcoal lips.
<b> “Who makes the stars?”</b> she asked, ears easing forward with eagerness.</div></div></div><div class="lidcredit">HTML by Call</div></center>
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Sometimes Mother and Uncle seemed sad, tiny tears glittering in the corners of their bewitching eyes.
She knew the stories, had begged them to be told again and again. Often they found her whispering the tale beneath her breath, knowing each word by heart. That didn’t make her love them less, in fact she adored each retelling, amused and excited for that which she had listened to a thousand times.
<i> What are you thinking?</i> her black face turned to her Uncle Guthrie, a grin spreading on her charcoal lips.
<b> “Who makes the stars?”</b> she asked, ears easing forward with eagerness.</div></div></div><div class="lidcredit">HTML by Call</div></center>