RIP Ms Roberta Flack. During COVID I went to my mothet’s house and saw a shell of you and Donny’s album cover on the floor of my mother’s balcony as she was using it as a make shift dustpan. Not sure where the vinyl disappeared to, but your songs of my childhood still play in my head.
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