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“These are songs from my first record, “Songs to a Blackbird”. And a few earlier ones.” She began with a melancholy rhythm. Plucking the strings and sliding her fingers across the fret board with slow ease. Yvonne laid her cheek in her hand, elbow on the table. Sighing as she felt the rolls of skin stretch up towards her eyes. So much for an undisturbed drink. They never have entertainment on a Thursday. Why tonight? She didn’t even know the woman’s name. Clearly some over-rated hippie-folk type.
From that moody introduction the strumming suddenly picked up and Joan began to sing.
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