Sometimes when I listen to my "Rachmaninoff for a Rainy Day" cd I get a dejavu feeling... I'm a young girl [maybe about 8 years old]...I'm visiting an old lady [but not any of my grandmothers]...I'm sitting on the floor playing with dolls [paper dolls?]...the record player [victrola!?] or radio is on and classical music is playing...and the old lady is knitting [or crocheting.]
Was this a *real* memory or is it a subconscious contruction of a variety of past experiences?
Oh, well. Listening to "Rachmaninoff for a Rainy Day" and knitting is a very enjoyable experience. But, who was that old lady?
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