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The bedroom where Hemmingway wrote many of his greatest works was on the first floor of his house in the Havana suburb of San Francisco de Paula. The large windows faced eastward to catch the Cuban sunrise which shone on the white walls and ochre tiles. It illuminated a large desk, armoire and bookcases filled [...]

He must have loved her. Perhaps he admired her from afar, in the dark of the audience that glowed with white shirt fronts and a paint box of diamonds:  white, yellow, pink. Maybe she was a dancer, raising her skirts a pretty inch or two, ankles balanced in a naive ballet. She might have sang [...]