![]() ![]() We too have been there we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other’s nose, and so forth. ![]() John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. The light of our story is small but bright.'Ĭoming soon.I don’t know whether you have ever seen a map of a person’s mind. 'Stars will always accompany the moon and shine in the darkest hour. The singer sings an unfamiliar song of kindness and sorrow. The stars fall in the night and on her hemlines. Stella takes a deep breath and sings the songs she prepared for the night. Stella feels as if Donna is right beside her. Her world darkens, and she falls into sadness. The stars in Stella's sky instantly disappear. She thinks of the aurora when she feels tired. Stella performs at every chance she gets. The kind tune speaks of sorrow and feelings for Donna. Stella stays up day and night to complete her song. 'My wish is to see you in a real sea of stars.' She decides to decline the tour to focus on taking care of Donna, only to find an outfit she made for her. ![]() As she shares the news with Donna, she learns of her illness. Notes appear from the tip of the pen as she hums the song in perfect rhythm.Ĭoincidentally, a famous manager picks her up. ![]() The glistening river of stars shines on the young girl's teary smile, just like one of Stella's dreams. In the darkest of nights, Donna makes Stella a crude river of stars with the star veil and candles that are left. Her first single is not a hit, and her performing opportunity is stolen. With Donna's encouragement, Stella joins a singing contest. The dark abyss cannot trap the bright light of dreams. Her friend, Donna, is the only one to hear her song. Stella has a beautiful voice, like a nightingale in the night. ![]()
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