...d I would FEEL her, or get a waft of her scent,
or sense her eyes watching me,
but when I'd turn, she wouldn't be there.
I wrote it off as my imagination,
or some misguided hopes ...
but now, thinking back, I'm sure it was her ...
checking up on her "Johnny Reb",
her lost soldier ... her One and True.
Something ELSE that I started to notice after she left,
there were OTHERS ...
others like her, and quite a few, from what I could tell.
I al......
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