FROM THE TEXT:
The lights go down slowly as music creeps in--a theme for lost children, the near misbegotten. From the blackness TILLIE'S VOICE speaks against the music.

TILLIE'S VOICE: He told me to look at my hand, for a part of it came from a star that exploded too long ago to imagine. This part of me was formed from a tongue of fire that screamed through the heavens until there was our sun. And this part of me--this tiny part of me--was on the sun when it itself exploded and whirled in a great storm until the planets came to be.

Lights start in.

And this small part of me was then a whisper of the earth. When there was life, perhaps this part of me got lost in a fern that was crushed and covered until it was coal. And then it was a diamond millions of years later--it must have been a diamond as beautiful as the star from which it had first come.

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