Near downtown, in an area of mostly gentrified houses, is an old two-story house with a cornucopia of concrete statutes on its lawn: a family of deer resting under a tree, a turtle-shaped bench with a reclining leopard nearby, a lighthouse towering above the fence, two birdbaths, a few pagodas, and much more.  Eighty-five-year-old Margaret…

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