Saxon Griese

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The Tall man from the large white building told them once, that shooting stars were not actually stars at all. He said they were just bits of rock on fire that lived briefly in the night sky. Sometimes, if the sessions went a little longer, he took them out to the tiny patch of grass, growing bravely behind the large white building, and they lay there looking up at the desert sky. You could see shooting stars all the time out here, away from the cities with all the noise and smoke. She asked the Tall man if they were the same as the Other Lights (the ones they saw in the sky from the south). He said ‘No – those lights are different. Those lights are why we have you children here.’