Treasure Hunter

Once alone in the subdued light of her closet, our little treasure hunter took out her mirror and uttered three little sad words. "Happy New Year" she tearfully whispered. Then it came: a pain with a kind of solitary appeal. It tasted almost 'sweet' to our little Treasure Hunter. What was it about this place- In such darkness- amongst her collected dresses from another time, listening to her, hanging about like floating ghosties from a bygone era? If ye asked her that, she would winsomely counter, "It feels pure...and honest here." Touché