![]() I used to retain a vivid and unmistakable memory of lying in bed as an infant in a dark, warm room and hearing the ominous and mysterious double booms - first low-pitched, then even lower - of a nearby fog horn.īut I was born in inland Michigan, nowhere near the ocean!Īs a teenager I used to think “I CAN’T have just dreamed that up!” I used to remember it when listening to Beethoven, for some strange reason. suddenly the mists of time and faulty memory withdraw, and it all comes back to you!Įvery nook and cranny, every secret, mystical corner, each minute detail of your home and of the enthralled childhood you once enjoyed would flood your heart with a forgotten, Elysial joy. ![]() You know - the one you lived in as an infant.Įureka. Imagine you're magically transported back to your first home. ![]()
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