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The darkening sky was dotted with bright white stars. My 3-year-old nephew was staring up at them, his innocent eyes wide with wonderment.
“Do you like the stars?” I asked him.
He nodded silently, his gaze still fixed on the heavens.
“Do you know who made the stars?”
He looked at me. Again, he nodded silently.
“Who made them?”
He thought for a moment. Then he shrugged.
“I don’t know…”
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