Many a misty mantillashimmered over lights gone pale,the shapeless shores of myopiacaught me early on the trail. To a youth with glassy countenancecame another shadow in tow,an accomplice dubbed astigmia,deepening what myopia sowed. In the deepening ink of eventide,hyperopia spreads…
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One Grain Amongst the Storm 