Suddenly, in the opulent darkness of a neighborhood that was haunted by melancholy shadows, the dark red of bleeding sheets came into view. It is too late for Vitalina Varela; the only thing she can do at this point is settle her husband's affairs. She will not bemoan the misfortunes of others; instead, when confronted with jaded and defeated men, she is determined to rebuild the memory of a sturdy shared house in Cape Verde, one blueprint at a time and one wall at a time, in order to combat the depressing reality of a life that could not be constructed in Portugal under a decent roof.
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Suddenly, in the opulent darkness of a neighborhood that was haunted by melancholy shadows, the dark red of bleeding sheets came into view. It is too late for Vitalina Varela; the only thing she can do at this point is settle her husband's affairs. She will not bemoan the misfortunes of others; instead, when confronted with jaded and defeated men, she is determined to rebuild the memory of a sturdy shared house in Cape Verde, one blueprint at a time and one wall at a time, in order to combat the depressing reality of a life that could not be constructed in Portugal under a decent roof.
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