By Alejandra Bermúdez Mallol June 19, 1981 Do you remember, sister, my house full of baskets, pots, and clay jars? I opened its doors so that the people's wonder could illuminate my corners, so that the color of the people could light up my walls. And there was always room for something else. For the solemn portraits of our grandparents. And for their swords. And our father's old books. And everyone's old things. The old trunks with my worn-out nostalgia . Do you remember the

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