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“Driving out of Lawton, I laid my hand onto Ever's quilt and traced my fingertips around the edges of the bird pattern. I couldn't help but wonder, tla, couldn't help but worry: Would my grandson ever be cured?” — Oscar Hokeah
Driving out of Lawton, I laid my hand onto Ever's quilt and traced my fingertips around the edges of the bird pattern. I couldn't help but wonder, tla, couldn't help but worry: Would my grandson ever be cured?