"i dreamed i was dying, as i so often do. and when i awoke i was sure it was true. i ran to the window, threw my head to the sky, and said "whoever is up there, please don't let me die." december is darkest, in june there's the light. but this empty bedroom won't make anything right. the pages keep turning, i'll mark off each day with a cross and we'll laugh about all that we've lost."


- calendar girl, stars.