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On new glasses
When you are blind like me and first get a new pair of glasses -- or lenses in your glasses -- there is a brief, twenty-minute period of utmost clarity and wonder at how sharp and refined the world can be. You can see every individual petal on every flower in a bush. You can see with such distinction that you forget how fuzzy around the edges everything is the rest of the time.
It's a kind of dorky rush.
My new glasses are the most librarianly things I own, but they look awesome.
It's a kind of dorky rush.
My new glasses are the most librarianly things I own, but they look awesome.
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