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#30 Moving On

The Eye of Thyme Waits for no Egg

The sun waits for no man, nor god. The equinox is here.

And I can confirm that my operation has been quite a success - I can see sharp as the Sun. Although my iris is a bit darker, with a hint more grey. And I’m not Simpson-Yellow.

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