It was then I saw a gleam of gold. What could it be? All my coins were in the cave. I never carried any out, and I had never seen gold on the island. I was sure my eyes deceived me—but when I knelt to brush grass away, I found lost treasure. Uncorrupted by snow and ice and thaw, Claire’s ring lay shining. Slipping her gift onto my finger, I thought, I am the gold coin. I was lost and now am found. And it made me laugh to think I was the coin and also the housewife laundering.
Very Ace of Pentacles.
