A Note on Seeing

I was assigned a pair of eyes at birth that were built for a vanished world. Somewhere in the gene pool must be ancestors who lived their whole lives in the dark, because I never have adjusted to all this artificial light.

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Part of Falling Leaves, a love letter to the dark half of the year.