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Some aliens live in the air, among the stars and the rain clouds.

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Some live in the water…

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… and some live in the forest. Woodland aliens, take me to your queen.

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Last year my sister got married.

She married a wonderful crocodile farmer amongst the termite mounds at sunset.

 

There is not likely to be another wedding in our family and we made this one count.

We celebrated at the races, on the harbour, at the caravan park, out fishing, swimming at Buley, at the markets, all over town and down the track.

For some friends it was their first trip to Darwin and it was a great introduction.

For me it was an indulgent and special re-acquaintance with the town of my childhood.

 

Darwin is my place for growing up.

It is where I was born and went to school. Where I turned 16 and 21.

It is where I lost my virginity and where I attended my first funeral.

It is the place I rush back to when I can and miss when I am gone.

 

And now it is where my little sister became a wife as we danced in the dust with the fairy lights and paper stars.

Fairfield Primary School are about to hold their annual Art 4 All weekend. Centered around an art exhibition, there is an opening night on the Saturday and market stalls on the Sunday.

I am going to be making some crocodiles and maybe some birds between 11 and 1 on Sunday 11th Sept. Come by and see the  frenzie of cutting and gluing!
For more information see the school’s webpage.