A blind woman saw me cry, so she pulled my hands to her chest as I tried not to break under the weight of these life chains. She spoke about the sunbeam above the sea, about the light that will one day come back to me, but I didn't feel what she saw because the only thing I ever visualized was getting parted like glass.
Once I had a conversation with a blind woman, that co
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