Saturday, February 1, 2014


The strange man wanders the wastes searching for that which he may never find. The sun beats down upon his unclothed back and the sand is rough against his dry and cracked feet. His eyes have a dull tinge to them that only accompanies years of disappointment and unfulfilled dreams. His fate has been foretold and it is burdened with hardships, and yet he trudges on forever searching for that which may make him whole yet again.

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