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A couple of very dear friends are moving away. Not together, not even at the same time, nor anywhere near the same place--in fact, in completely opposite directions. But far away. A plane ride away. One soon and one a little further down the road.
Good friends are not just a dime a dozen. It takes awhile for a friendship to take on that special level of trust, intimacy, and love. When feeling sentimental, isn't it nice to listen to the old songs from the Great American Songbook?