7th April 1671

A long night of visitations and grandfather clocks tapping on windows, the musty first breath of morning smelt of dampening walls and fur coats long hidden in closets.On the far side of a green mist that reminded us of Tuesdays we met the ghost of Charlie Chaplin who politely asked me for a cigarette, I told him I did'nt smoke and handed him a cigar.

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