Wokinih's Ghost Dance Review
Wokinih's Ghost Dance Feature
When a middle-aged mother and her grown son embarked on a dreaded, yet unavoidable journey, neither one of them could have imagined that any good would come of it. Although it lasted only three days, and the distance traveled was less than a hundred miles, it was a trip fraught with peril as she recalled, with unfailing clarity, incidents that dated back more than twenty-five years. Her son was an infant and she was married to the man whose funeral they would soon be attending.
At once, is was a tightrope - taut and harrowing - and she would strive to maintain balance and order while trying to give her son long withheld memories in a feeble attempt to define for him who his father had once been. But, simultaneously, it's a grisly account of incidents involving psychological terror, physical torture, and a legacy of unspeakable abuse that occurred within the confines of a group that could not be considered a family, but an open air insane asylum where only the most evil walked away unscathed.
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