A silk evening at the beach, people walking hand in hand as the sun descends. Somewhere between the pebbles lies a tall, green leaf. On it the smallest starfish I’ve ever seen. Her pink arms holding on tightly to her makeshift raft. There are no signs of life, exposed to the air for too long. I carry her with me for a while, not sure what to do. When I get to my bike, I decide to bring her along a little further. At home I put her in some saline water, just in case I missed something. Then out from under her comes… a baby starfish! I can’t believe my eyes. She must have been carrying her with her. What a miraculous sight. I shall burn some incense for them: a wake for the stars.