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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Way back when I wrote my learner’s licence test, things worked differently: you first wrote the exam, and then you did your eye test. I remember sitting down for the eye test, relieved that I had passed, only for the instructor to look at me with a seriousness I didn’t expect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m sorry… I can’t give you your licence.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I felt my stomach drop. “Why?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Because you cannot see.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was seventeen when I learned that I had been walking around in a world I couldn’t see clearly. I still remember putting on my first pair of glasses and staring at the trees outside. I stood there completely still because for the first time in my life, I could make out individual leaves. I had genuinely believed everyone saw trees the way I did: soft green smudges. It never once occurred to me that my “normal” wasn’t actually normal.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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