The Apartment's Memory

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I have seen the world through the same four walls for seventy years. I am not the walls themselves, but the spirit of the space—the accumulation of every sigh, every argument, and every moment of silence that has ever occurred within this rectangle of brick and plaster in the Upper East Side. In 1954, I belonged to Arthur. Arthur was a poet who wrote with a fountain pen that leaked ink like a...

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