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She stood in the rubble, memories flooding back like ocean waves. She was twenty-two and dressed to the nines. The sounds of jazz and laughter filled the air. Then she saw him and the room faded away. The melody that rang out from his trumpet was like a siren call. She knew he was the one. Sixty years later, after the funeral, when she was alone, she returned to the place where they first met, where she first fell in love. She found the place in shambles, much like her heart. And she said her final good-bye.
Susan Jarreau - Of Dreams and Disasters 
Dear Susan,
Sad story well told.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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Sixty years. It’s a lifetime, really. The sadness here is palpable.
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‘She found the place in shambles, much like her heart.’ A lovely line. It says it all.
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Even 60 years sometimes isn’t enough.
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Oh this is beautiful, bittersweet! Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely tribute to love.
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Thanks.
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Well done, Susan. It resonates with feeling.
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Thanks Sascha!
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Nostalgic and bitter sweet. Nicely done.
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Nicely told, sad tale. It’s always a shame when something hold a personal place in our hearts to see it die of neglect.
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It’s a hard thing to see, especially when your memory is quite different.
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I can see her and hear music. Nicely done.
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Thank you. That’s high praise.
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And well deserved.
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