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| Charles fell in love with wheels long before he bought his first truck. He borrowed my tricycle to . . . dream of all the places he would go when his feet could reach the pedals? |
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| In the meantime, he loved rides in his stroller. Here, we're at Mema and Pepa Hogan's house at the edge of the bayou. When not playing with Charles, I liked to stand between the sheets on the clothesline, surrounded by the smell of sunshine, hoping a breeze would snap warm, clean laundry against my face. |
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