Today my friend told me that I looked like I was looking through her. With sun in one eye, my brain had to invent information for what I couldn't see. This happens all the time and no one ever knows—not unless I tell them.
The other day in the café I did: Our retinal photographer introduced her friend to us. She was backlit, and after she walked away, I admitted that I couldn't see her face, only her blue blue coat. I think maybe blue is easier for me to see, especially when it's blue blue.
The other day in the café I did: Our retinal photographer introduced her friend to us. She was backlit, and after she walked away, I admitted that I couldn't see her face, only her blue blue coat. I think maybe blue is easier for me to see, especially when it's blue blue.
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