MOST PEOPLE HAVE FOND MEMORIES CENTERED AROUND THE CAMPFIRE...ITS SMELL, THE SOUNDS OF CRACKLING WOOD, THE WIND MOVING THROUGH THE TREES AS THE MOON RISES IN THE SKY. FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES COMING CLOSER TOGETHER SHARING ITS WARMTH AND GRACE...FOR OTHERS...THIS MEMORY CANNOT BE COMPLETE WITHOUT AMERICAS LAST LEGAL DRUG...AND A LIFE CHANGING FIRE-DANCE. THE TWO TOGETHER RESULTED IN A DRUNKEN FALL INTO THE BOMB-FIRE RESULTING IN 9% PARTIAL AND FULL THICKNESS BURNS. AS I WATCHED THE SILENT TEARS RUN DOWN HER FACE AND OFF HER QUIVERING CHIN TODAY, I TRIED TO IMAGINE THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS GOING ON INSIDE HER HEAD. AS WE REMOVED LAYER AFTER LAYER OF BANDAGE AND SCRUBBED THE OPEN DONOR WOUNDS (PLACES WHERE SKIN WAS TAKEN TO GRAFT ON THE BURN SITE) I WONDERED HOW THIS ONE NIGHT WOULD FOLLOW HER INTO THE FUTURE...
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