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The girl fishes above the clouds; she fishes stars. The girl runs across the clouds; she runs across the sky to paint different constellations in the sky. What colors does she have? Bright colors, borrowed from the rainbow, she paints patterns in the sky. She paints stars—always stars—because the girl in the sky has no friends. The girl in the sky isn’t lonely, because she doesn’t need friends; she only needs the clouds, only the sky, only the night. Not just the stars.