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The lady sang.
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The audience listened.
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The neighbor sat enthralled.
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And she talked of her New York.
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The Renegade Cabaret
Highline at the end by 21st Street
At night, usually Friday
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.