I think my vision is back. How good was I before at looking? Once again, dragging my finger to and from my face, I'm not certain, but this all looks about right. I can read the details on the label of a bottle of beer. It'll do.
I've landed in Bogotá. I've found ale. Not bad. I can work with this. Perhaps we can put that whole unpleasantness at the border behind us.
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