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Aim for the Pocket
Writing without my glasses I can see the blue lines, the white spaces, but the words are blurred, though my pen knows these familiar tracks on the page, my efforts resembling a child’s birthday party at the bowling alley, where rubber bumpers in the gutters of the lanes guide the ball to the pins, promising…
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For the Inventor of Eyeglasses
At the age of six I put on For the first time what you invented, And discovered that trees had leaves, Individual leaves! Since then, I have read many books And studied the faces of friends. Now, each night I carefully place under the bed What you have bequeathed So with the morning I may…
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The Plight for Sight Pt. II
The following day I woke up early before school to give myself extra time for securing the contacts on my eyes. I laid out the cleaning fluid, the rinse, and the contact case. Reviewing what the eye specialist had said, I dipped my finger in the R side of the contact case and felt around…
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The Plight for Sight Pt. I
Myopia had ruled my life until I turned nine and sat in the ophthalmologist’s chair, only to proudly and boldly proclaim the first letter on the eye chart as “G”! My mother actually gasped, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of guilt for not realizing that her daughter was legally blind. My first pair…
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Sunshower
To watch the shower move down the length of the street, and continue, made me aware the gift given to me was stepping outside just then to witness the rain darkening the asphalt, to observe the line between wet and dry diminish until the rain reached me, and in its wake, to inhale the olfactory…
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Seeing the Future
Eleven and possibly too young for the responsibility of small lenses, solution bottles, biweekly enzyme cleaning. Possibly, but when we climbed in the car, Mom pulled down the mirror she kept above her seat, and I could see my eyes. I decided I could do this. The world no longer disappeared when I turned my…
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Shady Times at Walmart
The second I stepped off the plane back into the Albuquerque summer sunlight, my eyes about jumped out of my head in protest. A year of cloudy Dutch weather had rendered my eyes sensitive to even the most gentle of sunbeams, leaving me with an instant headache as my eyes strained to do something, anything,…
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Santa
Perhaps the enclosed comic can be incorporated.
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Why I Prefer Glasses (To Contacts)
Why I Prefer Glasses (To Contacts) Spencer Di Scala (For the Glasser project) Throughout my life, I have preferred eyeglasses to contacts. I was not quite sure why until I thought about it lately. Perhaps it was because when I started wearing glasses, contact lenses did not exist, so far as I know, or because…
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DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC ?
It was a lot of fun to have read the various stories that have been shared here regarding our love/hate relationship with our eyeglasses. Each story being as unique as the eyewear chosen in developing that relationship. Whether you love them or hate them, the fact is, just about every one of us during our…
