ster·e·op·ti·con ˌsterēˈäptiˌkän,ˌsti(ə)r-/ noun
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A little girl friend of mine—a fraternal twin—rises early daily to do an hour of eye exercises; training her brain to integrate, interpret the double view—twin, but not identical—her eyes collect, make one cohesive picture. Sort overwhelming information. Morning runs in Topanga, I take quick photos, whatever shimmers, things to hold onto, jog my memory. That hour in the canyon, dueling selves make peace, make sense, merge into one clear(er) image. Then too, it helps me tune out, blur, and muffle what doesn't belong. Turn off newsfeeds, be in the canyon. Shift focus. Get the picture?
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