To an 'Unknown'(as in Nameless - for the foreseeable) French singer/songwriter...who died a week ago or so...who (while my younger sister 'lives in' during the lockdown) was reported thus over the BBC World Radio...as a 53-year-old (her age)...who wrote of and for the broken-hearted: "those who'd loved and lost"...all the more poignant following my having discussed my own 'loves lost' with her THAT VERY EVENING


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