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Apr 2016
I finally found it.
Not an ancient map,
Not a Pharaoh's tomb,
But buried treasure
...
In a sense.

She was found buried deep, deep below the surface.
Yes it took some searching,
Yes it took some digging,
But when all is said and done,
Everything.
Every drop of sweat,
Every shovel stroke,
Every failed attempt
...
Was worth it.

I had finally done it.
I had finally found my buried treasure.
Nestled deep down, encased in despair, in sadness, in darkness.
Her smile shone through all of that, as if it were not there at all.
And with that, I had found my buried treasure.
I had found her.
Andrew Schmidt
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Andrew Schmidt  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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