Until the Real Thing Comes Along

Miss Billie Holiday and her dog, Mister

Billie Holiday: happy, apparently healthy, and with her wonderful dog, Mister. I love that picture.

I can only listen to her sing “Until the Real Thing Comes Along” about once a year, because I hate, hate, hate to cry. But this song is a perfect distillation of love and pain, and I needed to hear it again tonight.

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