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And the Shadows Decline to Fall

When one speaks of failure, it is generally something that they could have prevented: A situation where they had the chance to change the course of events and were unable to effect that change.

I inspire a different sort. Shadows simply fail to fall upon me.

Whether I’m in the open desert or in the darkest cavern, I’ll be illuminated as though it were the brightest summer day. Sure, I get a great tan right through my clothing, but I’d still prefer to enjoy the cool shade of a tree.

I’m unable to explain it within the normal rules of physics. Am I reacting to neutrinos instead of photons?

Who knows.

All I DO know is that it seems a rather cruel prank to have played on someone whose eyes have been darkened for his entire life. A human beacon of sunlight to be witnessed by all but himself.

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