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A Prayer Not Forgotten
“Beth, you’re going blind.” My optometrist’s words sank like a stone in my seventeen-year-old heart. He must have caught my utter dismay because he quickly went on. “D
“Beth, you’re going blind.” My optometrist’s words sank like a stone in my seventeen-year-old heart. He must have caught my utter dismay because he quickly went on. “D