Like everyone the collector was once a little child. Long before she was a collector or even knew what it was to collect. The world was big but she was wild and though the world was scary she was not scared but she just smiled. The not yet collector liked nature and climbing trees because the simple things once to her had more effect. One day she saw a tree near her church. Her eye caught something so beautiful she had to search.
“What’s that I hear? What’s that I see?” she asked the tree.
And what she heard was a bird. It was a bird on a perch. A pastel bird on a pastel perch and that was the first time she felt the need to collect. But as soon as she reached for the bird he flew and left as he was there to be free and not to collect. Freedom was what she sought and for freedom she fought. And freedom was what she collected.
