Our Song by R.L. Nel

The melody, hauntingly familiar, takes me back to the little bare-brick walled jazz club I used to frequent just so that I could hear her sing.

The melody, hauntingly familiar, takes me back to the little bare-brick walled jazz club I used to frequent just so that I could hear her sing.

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