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Annie had a recurring dream. Maybe it was the horrors of the Civil War that stuck with her. Maybe it was more. It underscored that she was not happy, that she needed more in her life. The dream went like this: Across the plains I beckon. Come to me. My eyes will see you a certain way, the way you have always wanted to be seen, as radiant, full of youth and vigor. Me? You ask. Yes you, especially you. Come west, leave all you know behind and trust me. I've been waiting for you. Oh, I'm not perfect, but neither are you. Together we can start a new life. Together. - There is an unquenchable thirst in the heart of every woman. Annie felt this. It is the desire for feminine beauty to be witnesses and appreciated. It is this force that can uproot an entire generation of young women and see them on a pilgrimage in search of a better life, in the hope that one day they will wake up in the arms of someone who loves them just the way they are.
