Part 2: The Balance of the Broken Lens
The clinical, fluorescent lighting of the recovery pavilion bounced harshly off the polished tile floors, casting sharp, jagged shadows across the room as my vision finally resolved into focus. For twenty years, I had held a memory of a face in my mind—a face frozen in a moment of pure childhood panic on a sunlit … Continue reading Part 2: The Balance of the Broken Lens
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