Oh the mystery! Oh the treasure! Oh the cobwebs and mouse poo!
You crave this moment when the truth is so close, just the swing of a garage door away. You expect to be disappointed, of course, but maybe this time - maybe this time, just maybe, this will be the time.
A deal has been struck. Access has been arranged. Trees have been cut down, the old plywood patch on the building removed, the rusty hardware pried off and many shovel loads of dirt are hastily freed from the ground in front of the door. Now is the time of truth. What will you find? Is this the time?
The pearls that you pursue are now almost in view and your waiting is over. Years of neglect and abandonment are slowly and carefully lifted away to reveal the treasure. The room is dimly lit and the dust is thick in the air but none of that matters. All at once years of junk are cast off, the kiddie pool, a bag of rags, and another full of pop cans are lifted away. Old car parts and pieces of wood and cardboard are cast aside to reveal a threadbare old blanket. The shape it hides is evocative, but it is what you expect to see. With a pull it slides off to the floor and there it is. Finally, there it is.
And you are not disappointed. In reality you are rarely disappointed. To explore and be the first to discover something that was lost or unseen is a thrill, something that will never grow old.
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