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Saturday, February 20, 2010

For Eyes Trembling, his hands searched a small table near the bed. He saw near not enough to feel safe. From behind the blur of cataracts, travel by foot was always an unsure skate. And now, in bed, on the balance of an elbow, his world teetered worse without his other eyes. Glasses! They had fallen... Sign in to see full entry.

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