My eyes ache at the sharpness of the word on the page, the face coming toward me, the sign up ahead. There's a hollow behind the burning eyelid that looks only inward. When they fall down the soft slope of my nose and I look over them, I rest in blur.
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Very nice. Andrea
ReplyDeleteExcellent -- this kind of describes what happens when I wear my glasses. (And why I seldom wear them!) I love the photo, too!
ReplyDeleteI often wonder what we would have done in the "olden" days when there were no glasses, no contacts.
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ReplyDeleteJust wow.
glasses on Buddha. Very deep. Need to think about that one.
ReplyDeleteMy house looks so much cleaner when my glasses are off
ReplyDeletei hate getting used to new glasses...
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeleteJust got new eyeglasse this week and have been practicing such equanimity of eyewear: to be pleased with the sharpness of sight and to be pleased with the resting in blur.
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