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‘I think there are some tiny flecks floating around in your left eye’, the optometrist told me quietly and apparently unworried today, ‘but they’ve probably been there since you were in the womb so you may hardly, if ever, have consciously noticed them.’ And I’ve wondered since how much in my life remains veiled by long familiarity. Yet further invitation to contemplation – and perhaps the attentiveness of some poetry.

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