We went back down to the beach. Dad hit the tennis ball up in the air so we could do catches. But you couldn’t see the ball very well (because it was dark) so it turned out to be a bit of a flop. One time he hit it up really high. I cupped my hands, ready to catch it, but it wouldn’t come down. For ages.
And then I realized I was staring at a bright star.
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