Body And Soul : What we see, and what we can't
In fifth grade, my glasses broke. A tether ball hit me in the face and knocked them across the playground. The frames broke into several pieces when they hit the blacktop. (...)
Normally that would be a nuisance, not a tragedy. Glasses can be replaced. But something had happened between the year I got the glasses and the year I broke them.
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