See the stars, Lily?She sighed, surrendering. Of course.Do you think they can see the sun coming up?I don't know. Probably?Do you think they're scared?They're burning balls of gas, Calder.Oh, c'mon. Where's the poet in you?She exhaled, and I sensed her smile. I see. Well, in that case, yes. They've finally come home. They are triumphant in their midnight kingdom. But the enemy approaches. They have the numbers on their side, but the enemy is bigger, stronger, with a history of winning that goes back to the dawn of time. They're definitvely terrified.I nodded. She understood my analogy.But they don't run, Calder.
~ Anne Greenwood Brown
