The bathtub as a space craft. We fly through the universe together.

Held by the stars, dreaming in the dark, we search for a path though the night sky.

Searching for my mother, across the oceans, using the stars to map our journey to her. The centre of everything. She is like the sun, and we revolve around her.

Longing to see the wild night sky again, to breathe in the breeze that a moth's wings make as they brush my face, to feel the hot wind on my skin, and to hold your sweaty palm in my hand.

Longing for a home, and to see the stars again.

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