Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Edward looked up at the stars. He started to say the names of the constellations, but then he stopped. 

"Bull," his heart said. "Lucy."

How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye?

A lone cricket started up a song.
Edward listened.
Something deep inside him ached.
He wished that he could cry.

-Kate DiCamillo
Chapter XIV, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane

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