Can a crash in the wilderness heal the devastation of another kind? Read on to know more... My eyes open to a bright summer blue sky, dashed with fragments of insipid white clouds. My torpid gaze clings to that soothing view. The sound of my sputtered and heavy breaths, intermeshed with the sound of gushing water, is all that I can hear. A gentle breeze awakens my senses and washes the unconsciousness off me, slowly. But, my mindfulness comes at a price: utter panic! Where am I? I try to move my neck to see around. A sharp pain burns...
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