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The Dreams In Which I'm Dying (Are The Best I've Ever Had)

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He was seeing it all. At first sight.

He’d been walking down that street nearly every day for the past ten years, but he’d never actually looked.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be blind?”

The truth was that he hadn’t, not really; and yet, in some regards, he’d spent most of his life without seeing.

It had taken a serendipitous meeting, and the relentless enthusiasm of a stranger, for him to finally open his eyes, and take a long, hard look at where he was standing.

He was going nowhere, and he absolutely hated it.