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There's always going to be a part of me that's a child in a lawn chair that's looking up at the Southern Cross and Big Dipper, just before summer break started. There's always a part of me staring up at the big dipper at the top of a desert hike, making peace with the stars never being quite right. I'm homesick for something I don't quite understand. The little creature comforts for nostalgia aren't available. What I'm homesick for doesn't exist, the fragments are the earth away.