Rimless, frameless, barely there, they show his navigator eyes,   his smile-lines, and lately, tears. He says the tears are allergy.   He puts his glasses down. They blend into the furniture,   but still he finds them. He has the gift of seeing—   buds about to bloom, a flowerlet in weeds, a […]

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