I remember from the book about a plant I can use as a bandage. I'm thinking of wrapping around my arm and chest if there's enough. I look over at the most commonplace. The flower hill, I just named that earlier when I got there. There were so many flowers it was hard to pick. All I know is that it's all white so it can't be that hard. I looked for hours till I found one. IT wasn't the right one, it was just gray from the bottom. Or it was dark blue, I can't tell. But I did find the right one and it only has two. Two is enough anyway. I forget about the next thing to do but I know I'm supposed to harvest them so that's what I did. Then boil to straighten the stem and leave to stick on my arm. After that, I have a pair of leaf bandages around me. Feel off having it, all wet. I'll get used to it. I brought some flowers to eat. It tastes good for some of them. From the seed I grew I'm hoping to grow a garden, but I can't. I am going to leave but I should leave something here to remind me. I'll think of it.
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AdventureJerome Burns has it all. A wife, owns a company, and is rich. But When Jerome went for a canoe and got washed by a waterfall, all that changed. And now he is lost in the forest in Alaska and all he has is his journal, a book, and a few rations in hi...
