"Where am I? Are you there, Mr. Photographer?"
"Yes, I am. Neither of us moved an inch. Now tell me what you see".
"This is weird. Where is the Lane? The houses are all gone. All I see is fields, to the horizon".
"Ah, that makes sense. The houses were built in the 1920's. The pince-nez on your nose must be older"
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