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When I would read sans spectacles, words were couched in dizzy shadows, and while I could make them out, it's a whole 'nother thing to take in the texture of the paper, the wrinkles in my finger tips, and all the other minutia of life while I form the memory of the moment.

There are a few stumbling blocks.

For instance, I have to remember that when I stare at people, they can see my eyes; these are not shades over my irises.