A gentle touch caressed her ear,
stroked her hair
and gently brushed her neck.
She turned to face the source of this encounter
and gasped at what confronted her.
Nothing but air
and the rush she felt
pulsing through her body.
There was one certainty.
This was no evil spirit.
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