I grasp the bar of soap that lay firmly in my hand. As I was floating to shore I realize that my skin was appearing lighter, the water was slowly washing away the thick layers of dirt and mire that had been apart of me for all these years. I started scrubbing away with the soap and not only was I freeing myself from the mud and stains, but I was freely transferring the possessions of smells, memories and a lifetime of nightmares that the camp had given me.
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