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I expected to find gloomy walls and decay. There was lots of decay and detritus, of course. But the walls were cheery, splashed with pastel colors like Jordan almonds. I don't know -- and couldn't tell from Roberto's imperfect accounting of the house's history -- who'd lived here since. But this had been my family's house, and that was enough. The color was a pleasant gift.

 

 

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