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And every morning, the white wall would whisper, “Hello,” to the sun every morning. “You’re here,” the white wall would whisper, and smile.

White Walls

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer December 19, 2016

In the kitchen, the walls were painted white.  There were golden knobs on wooden cabinets, dishes scattered over the granite countertop, the dishwasher taking a temporary sabbatical from cleaning plates...

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