The skin is so personal, the most intimate part of ones being. And by linking the front of the chest skins with rubbing the daughter left her raised markings for the time to come But also the color as her time present. She was his child and they stood together in the soft wind as Family. On the back were the ancestors all pointing the homeland for all to be once again united. His very cells held Curing secrets on his skin. In triumph over death on more time, he could hold his hands high.