I look at the world through sheets of gauze – dim shapes, soft light.

Through a rainy pane, even gathered enemies appear as a parade, bright smudges.
Blind, I believe myself to see clearly. Lord, lift the bandages, dry the window. The sunlight brings more beauty than I could imagine.
Let light shine, I can see!
(Letter #2,616)
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