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She walks through the field of long dancing grain as the sun sinks into the early evening sky. Horse flies and cicadas buzz all around her and the wind is hot and restless. Little birds are singing good night songs and nestling into their treetop homes. She looks around at the scene and she feels lost. Earlier that day she had gone to the rope swing at Hog Pond. She meant to just go there to relax and sunbathe and re-read the rubber-banded collection of Dale's letters. Oh how she missed Dale so much. He was in Korea fighting a stupid and seemingly endless war. She didn't understand why he had to go or what they were even fighting for. If it weren't for the picture of him she kept in her lock...