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I never wished upon a star, because I always imagined being on a star, actually being on a star, and was terribly frightened of losing my bearings in a fit of vertigo, realizing that the twinkly edge was very precarious and sharp and warm, and to slide down a star might break all your bones, rupture your spleen, or worse–if you could not grasp the delicate white edge and pull yourself to safety, you might end up forever in the dark and twinkling vastness of outer space. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful and lonely, but it is the beautiful, not the lonely part, that made me never wish upon it.