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| c140e1f | I can see perfectly and clearly. And my glasses are still on the nightstand. I bolt upright and look around my room. Everything - every poster, every tool, every spare part, every spool of wire - I can see it all crisp and clear. I saw every strand of Mom's hair in perfect precision. Her tired eyes. The steam rising from her mug. It should've all been a blurred mess of colored blobs. I should've had to drag my glasses on before any of my .. | M.G. Buehrlen |