Episodes: Counting stars

When I was 10 or 11, a relative gave me a big sack of glow in the dark stars to affix to my ceiling. I'm not sure why, but I took them out a few months later and hung them up over my bed. Accidentally, they took on the loose configuration of a pirate, perhaps Captain Hook, his hooked hand forever raised in protest or farewell, waving goodbye to something.

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