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authorSteph Enders <steph@senders.io>2023-06-27 17:07:06 -0400
committerSteph Enders <steph@senders.io>2023-06-27 17:07:06 -0400
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+# Who is the woman in my eye
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+When I was little I would stare into the lights around my room. It would create little spots in my vision; flickering and dancing that would eventually fade away. As they would face every time the every shrinking flickering dot would become this image of a woman's face. She was beautiful. She captivated me. I would do this constantly growing up. I would stare into my ceiling lights, in the lights coming through my window, anywhere - if it meant I could see her. I would try staring at larger lights hoping that final flickering dot was larger and I would be able to see her more clearly. She stayed with me for most of my childhood. It wasn't until I was around high-school that I lose memory of seeing her. Which makes sense since this was when the lights, in general, faded from my eyes. But who was she?
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+I like to think she was me. She is me.
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+If you ever wish to share your story or ask a question you can always email me at:
+ dear[at]thewomaninmyeye[dot]org[0]
+
+## Links
+
+=> mailto:dear@thewomaninmyeye.org [0] mailto:dear@thewomaninmyeye.org
+=> https://thewomaninmyeye.org/about-her.html view on http
+=> /log/ back
+=> / capsule