I stared at the symbols for years until
they were no longer alien and I was no longer illiterate.
© Chagall 2017
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Remind me to tell you about my cone-deficient fovea centralis sometime…. 😉
Ah! But how doth thine perifovea fare? 🙂
Yeah, my night-vision has always been better than most. 😉
Cool. Rods in the periphery will do that for you. —CC