May, twenty fifth. I woke expecting things to be different. They are.
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May, twenty fifth. I woke expecting things to be different. They are. I can now see the world with much sharper definition. I can examine the patterns on the backs of fish in the further seas. I can analyse each individual grain of sand in the remotest desert.