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my eyes are getting bleary as I type this right now; not sure if it's because I'm tired 'cause of the hour, sick 'cause of the times and windy weather, or what, but it is some kind of acute timing I do possess.
I have sensitive eyes (and a real aversion / developing phobia about anything whatsoever that may disturb them in any way). my eyes water for a variety of reasons, perhaps too many for me to account for, and sometimes I don't even pick up on it until there's a long stream coming down. same with snot and drool I guess, for some.
in particular, one thing you could stand to know about me: my skin is built for the cold, but my eyes are not. I look like I just broke up with wife or another devasting event that can make a man cry (seeing a bunny being devoured by a fox in front of you) sometimes if I walk into the wind the wrong way.
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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