Small Mercies – Fayte Returneth

They mowed the banks of the stream where I thought I lost my glasses. On a hunch I searched again. And found them. They had been run over by the lawn mower. But the blades missed them. Luckily the frame is bendy/indestructible. I just had to straighten the nose thingies and put the lenses back in, and give them a good wash.

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Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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