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It was a beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon the last time I volunteered at Stone Fire.  When I first arrived to start my volunteering the children who were participating in the galleries art class filled the room with joyous laughter.  Maxine gave me the task of painting the northern outside wall black. While I was painting, the smell of the local restaurants and paint filled the air. The sound of the passing cars and trucks filled my ears along with the faint bass coming from the stereo speakers inside.

  The cool, salty breeze coming from the IndianRiver covered my skin like a cool blanket. The muscles in my hands were tense and sore from gripping the paint brush to make long, even strokes of black paint on the galleries wall. The sweat dripping down my face tasted of salt and felt like cool water running down my cheek when the wind brushed my skin.