My Aunty paints the stars you know. She told me this story about the Milky Way. She said it was a massive body of water in the sky. It’s where we live for like eternity. And we’re these tiny little fish that swim up in there… When it’s time to come down to Earth, we get to pick who our parents are. And we live our lives down here, in all this stuff… But at the end, at the end, we go back up there.
(words by Rosealee Pearson)