Starting Points

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‘Last night I dreamt that stars were falling from the sky in shapes like triangles and landing on the trees and ground in my garden and the piles on the ground looked like beautiful crystals.’ I found this scribbled on a pale pink post-it note inside an old notebook. I wish I could take credit for these pretty words but they are not my own and I dearly wish I could credit this sweet wordsmith but unfortunately didn’t make a note of the source. I was so pleased to find this crumpled note, what a lovely starting point for a story.