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The Wishing Fish. I t was one of those days when what you really need is the cold mountain air coming off a lake of snow melt. A day when you need to be spindly and young, light and ready to jump. When you need to have the breath punched out of you when you hit the water. When your teeth need to chatter. When you need water droplets evaporating off your body while you sit on a rock and look down at the sand and gravel clinging to your toes. When what you really want is to be lazy and dreamy, lying side-by-side on a sun-warmed boulder under a hot August sky. I zip Rachel and Marie halfway into their sleeping bags, green and patterned with big red lady bugs, before lying down between them on the air mattress.
I stare up at the sky, through the lens of the atmosphere, deep into the black of outer space, where it is cold and quiet and lonely. The world was too cold for that, so they fell right into that never-ending ocean. And there was a fish who collected them. And then, the earth got so hot that the stars started burning up before they touched the ground. She sounds worried, as if the fish is really out there somewhere, waiting in the water, watching as the stars burn out.
Every so often, one of those old stars gets knocked into a stream and it goes tumbling all the way down the riverbed to the ocean, and the fish is there waiting to bring it back to his home at the bottom of the sea. I raise my hands and so do the girls. The stars shift under our fingers like sand.
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The girls stuff their hands back into the sleeping bags and pull them up to their chins, giggling. I keep one hand up, feeling Deneb pulse beneath my finger, a little throbbing heartbeat just there.
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