The Optimist Comments

I find myself in a most peculiar desert.
Most Quench their thirst with intoxicating drink, becoming less and less in touch with reality.
As I wander through this crowded yet barren wasteland I occasionally look down to see the garments on my feet worn through the sole, exposing flesh.
Blisters cover my feet, scrapes stripe my knees, scars checker my body. But not in vain.
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