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Glasses


The world is clear with these portable lenses, glasses. Without them, what is right in front or far makes no sense. All that is seen are blurry shapes and colors with no meaning. Glasses, they help make sense of our surroundings. 

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kaybird99
<p>Is this really how if feels to see with glasses? I&#39;ve never needed them myself.</p>

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