I pulled my hands out from the poison ivy. They were red and itchy, and I was sick. I opened an empty thermos of water, I dunno why. I was depressed to see it was empty, so I closed it again. I was sad, lonely, and lost, and near death, if I did not know that. Chris kept following me, following me, following me..................


That was part of Emma's death she wrote about. Oh, I have to post this, 'cause Karatanzia said we would practice it!:


Oh say!can you see by the dawn's early light
what's so proudly we hailed by the twilight's last gleaming-

So Karatanzia is still in U.S.A.



Do you know the rest?