It was always the velvet pouch the gems were delivered in on that famed day, that pouch was more treasured and loved than the extraordinary sparkling jewels.

Years later, at the age of thirty-three, the pouch was still in good but well-handled condition.

But who owned what?

Was the owner of the pouch in their mid-thirties the same person as the owner of the gems?

A thought, an important question, and we may just possibly, discover the answer one day!