Thirteen-year-old Barbara Kent (centre) and her fellow campers play in a river near Ruidoso, New Mexico, on July 16, 1945, in the hours after the bomb’s detonation. Fallout flakes drifted down that day and for days afterward. ‘We thought [it] was snow,’ Kent says. ‘But the strange thing, instead of being cold like snow, it was hot.’ In the summer of 1945, as the world teetered on the edge of monumental change, a small dance camp in the desert near Ruidoso, New Mexico, was unk

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