A long leafless stalk bends slightly, from the weight of a star, sitting bright and yellow on its crown.
She likes to sit alone sometimes, at its feet, suspended on a lobe springing from its leafy rosette. Today, she has a book about stars.
She likes the creakiness of it. It makes a nice sound when she turns the pages. It reminded her of the old mahogany stairs at her grandma's house. She turns another page. It has a picture of another star, called Lambda Leonis.
She often looked up at the one above her and wondered where it went at night. But now she knew it was still there, just hiding. One day, she learned, it would shrivel up and die - except it wouldn't be dead. It would shrink to a bulb the size of her fist, and then suddenly, it would burst out like a white firework, and all the little pieces would fly out and make other little stars, somewhere else, very far away.
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I wrote this puzzle for my girlfriend this morning. She likes stories and plants, but doesn't like puzzles. :\
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