In the dry season dust sifts down over all things inside and outside, living and inanimate. Every day Corinne’s maid sweeps and mops the floors; every third day she goes down on her knees to work lavender scented wax into the colonial-era parquet; but at the end of every day Corinne’s feet are still brown-black […]

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