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The sun was bright, and the pool was cold—painted a light blue, almost white—reflecting the brightness and making it difficult to keep my young eyes open.
Before we put in the radiant floors, before we replaced the screens with Marvin windows, this porch was brown—with a sisal wall-to-wall rug, tan furniture we inherited from my parents, and camel-colored paint. The colors reminded me of my grandfather's Ford station wagon that he sometimes picked us up from school in when my mother couldn't.
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