Silhouette of a Girl

I picked up a faded old photo.  It held the image of a girl sitting atop a post.  Nothingness surrounded her but a faint horizon.  Her legs crossed at the ankles.  Hands folded in her lap.  Hair framed her face.  Not a true smile but faint like the horizon.  Her gaze was direct.  So ambiguous.  but equally understood.   It is my treasure.  My understood stranger.