Pina's Blanket of Stars

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Pina sits upon her bed, a blanket pulled above her head. Her mother's voice is warm and low, like candlelight with golden glow.

"Tell me, Mama, what do stars do when little girls like me sleep through?" Her mother smiles and tucks her tight, "They weave your dreams all through the night."

"They spin the clouds to pillows soft, and hang the moon up high aloft. They hum a tune you cannot hear, a lullaby for those held dear."

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