Counting stars

Walking along the shore on a cold day, I noticed the tide was particularly low. I climbed on the weed-covered pier and explored the tiny pools of water. They were filled with starfish of all colours and sizes. A little one had stranded on a rock. I softly picked her up and put her on the palm of my hand. Slowly she curled up one of her legs. I was hopeful that she might be saved. I waited and waited, but she didn’t move again. Eventually I submerged my hand in the water and watched her gently float down.

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