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Every day I wake up thinking “I hope my conjunctivitis has receded enough for me to be able to read.” And every morning… nope. Another day, another newspaper added to the stack I’m saving for when I can discern anything larger than font size 16. Sigh. I knew I liked words, but I never realised that I cant live without them until now. As soon as my sight returns, I’m going to volunteer to read to sightless patients in nursing homes. There’s a reason the earliest biologists considered the eye an irreducibly complex work of art.

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