Two times in my life, I managed to block out a year of memory, both having to do with the trauma of a failed dream. I’ve always had a reputation for a great memory, so it was a surprise to me that I lost and had to recover these recollections. One of them occurred prior to writing this piece. I kept trying to remember a street I’d lived on near Beverly …
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