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At four, Bucky was fitted with glasses. The heavy thick lenses made him look like a serious owlet. No more tumbling, no more stumbling over things he couldn’t see. Those round, gold-rimmed glasses showed him the color of his big sister Leslie’s eyes, baby brother Wolly’s plump cheeks, his father’s loving smile. And a million new things that he had only heard other people talking about: sparkling morning dew, brilliant butterflies, marching ants. He had heard the whispers of the wind through the trees. Now he saw with wonder and delight the veined green leaves that did the whispering. Everything looked newly made just for him. It marked the beginning of Bucky’s lifelong love affair with the Universe.
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