We have moved out of the house where we stayed for twenty years; It was those years when Spiderman has not yet revealed himself to Jane and the push-button phones have not yet replaced the rotary ones… The old house continues to haunt my dreams…I realize that when things from today and yesterday get mixed up. These dreams end with me looking at page of a calendar hung on the wall after I ask the people present in my dreams, what year it is.
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