She was happy on her life on earth. She had been collecting for so long she felt like she belonged in another universe but she loved the earth. It was her earth and she was a child of the earth. Every collection and every part of her was a part of the earth. She was grateful. And while she walked on earth she stoped to feel its spirit. She laid down to feel its voice, closed her eyes so she could hear it. “I am yours and you are mine”she tried to express the feelings she couldn’t define. The collector felt every pulse of the earth with every beat of her heart inside. And so she cried and cried so the earth wouldn’t feel dry. They stood together as she watched the sky. “Don’t cry anymore” the earth said. They felt the grace and became one in space. And grace is what she collected.
