To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star containe — Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
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To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.

— Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
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