Stars fell on Conway today. Their arrival was facilitated by an origami-obsessed seven-year-old, who taught her mom how to make them. We filled a jar in a few hours of folding.
Cady Gray watched the skies for more.
Her brother tried to estimate how many we'd caught.
It's not often you get to hold the stars in your hand.
Each one as individual as its creator -- as plump, as wry, as sparkling.
If you keep your eyes peeled the next time you pass a patch of mossy ground, maybe you'll find a star of your own soon.
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