She watched the sunlight bouncing off the lake, the surface glittering as if it were filled with fallen stars.
Crouching by the water’s edge, she could hear the sound of fizzing. Like a dying bulb. Cupping her hands together, she pulled some water out and gasped at the stars she now held.
She thought of the poem, of how much of herself she was holding in her palms, feeling herself doubling in size with every star she placed in her pockets.
Standing to leave, she saw the reflection of the sun on the water.
Thought of Icarus.
Dived right in.
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