Lalinda used to think the world was beautiful. A spinning panorama of shifting shapes and brilliant colors. That was before the ophthalmologist destroyed her notion of her surroundings by giving her glasses. When things came into view they lost their mystery. Her friends and family became common. Her possessions showed dirt and scuffs. Admittedly, she gets in fewer car crashes now, and the coffee table bruises on her shins have nearly faded. Still, she misses the magic, the suspense, the sheer exhilaration. Removing her eyewear doesn’t return her to the magic of before, now that she has this cursed knowledge. That’s why she took up painting, to recreate the lost beauty, and, she hopes, to bring that beauty to those unfortunates who have always had “perfect vision.”

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