I found a cloth.
An old, musty, yellow cloth.
It was gross, covered in dried mud and tears.
No one would buy it when I tried to sell it.
It wasn't worth anything.
It wasn't even worth a dime or a penny.
It wasn't even worth someone's time.
For some reason, I decided to keep that old muddy cloth.
It took time, and a lot of hard work but eventually I cleaned it.
When all the grime was gone, and it shimmered in my hand.
No longer a disgusting yellow
It was the color of a beautiful gold.
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