Arthur was a man who lived his life in soft focus. He had —a level of moderate visual impairment where the world appears as a beautiful, albeit frustrating, impressionist painting.
He could read the menu of the bakery from all the way across the square. Arthur was a man who lived his life in soft focus
Streetlights didn't just illuminate the road; they expanded into massive, glowing orbs of gold and red. they expanded into massive
He couldn’t see the wrinkles of worry or the harsh lines of judgment on people's faces. To Arthur, everyone looked perpetually youthful and soft. everyone looked perpetually youthful and soft.