When the sun rose into the sky, a burning wind punished my lands, searing the world. And when the moon climbed into the dark of night, a frigid gale pierced our homes.
No matter when it came, the wind carried the same thing... Death.
Before modification by Kel at 09/04/2011 03:09:36 PM
My Dad had them a few years ago, and because of his weakened immune system and a misdiagnosis, they turned into full-blown chicken-pox. He was in the hospital for a week.
