Last night I dreamt that a porch door on a neighboring tenement had swung in the wind hard enough to be torn off the building. It looked like the entire door frame had been ripped out, taking bits of wall with it and leaving a ragged hole in place of a doorway. The house looked like it had been bombed. I know I had this dream because the tenement house four feet away from ours is being re-roofed, and they have stripped off all the slate shingles and the underlying wooden support, revealing a skeletal structure that is quite frightening to see. The house was built as a twin of ours in 1885. Maybe that was the last time the wooden underskin was exposed to viewing eyes.
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