A dear friend told me that his eyesight is being destroyed by disease. It is vanishing so quickly that, daily, a bit of it disappears, forever.
He now can only see shadows. The only print he can read is sizable, magnified many times.
Still, he has to study to figure out the letters. One night, after a conversation with him, I sadly pondered on how my life would be if I could...
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