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Date: June 13, 2003
Location: Fremantle, Australia
The first time I recognized the Southern Cross was on his chest. Now I can find it the second I look up at the sky. The stars. I don't remember when I first got so interested in them. I remember being a kid at summer camp and taking astronomy just to be able to go on the sleepovers. but that was only because they were coed, we got to stay up late and i liked the Astro God. Yeah we looked at stars but that wasn't the real reason we went.
The first night I got here I asked to see the stars. He took me upstairs on top of this abandoned building. The lights of the town fell below us and we were able to see the crystal clear sky. He pointed all the constellations out to me. See this was the southern hemisphere and stars were different. You'd never think it, but the stars are. Just like the way the water goes counterclockwise down the drain. No, it's not just a joke from the Simpsons, it really does flush the other way around.
I always see shooting stars when I'm with people I love. My mom taught me where Orion was. Her mom had taught her. I'm so far away from Momma right now. All of her children are out experiencing life. My brother is traveling Europe for the first time and my sister is starting college. Each such exciting experience but something I'm so glad I've already had.
It wasn't a line. Well okay maybe it was. After the first night, I knew the perfect makeout spot... but that's only because everyone had thought that's what I'd been doing.
"So you wanna go check out the stars?" I asked him.
"Sure. I've got a tattoo of the Southern Cross on my chest."
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