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  1. J
    September 20, 2016 @ 11:58 am

    I’m sorry for your loss.

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  2. cara
    September 20, 2016 @ 6:44 pm

    I am so moved!

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  3. Nannette Lieblein
    September 20, 2016 @ 10:41 pm

    The poem is absolutely fabulous. You have captured Sara’s essence.

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    • Rochelle
      September 22, 2016 @ 12:23 pm

      Thank you so much, Nan. Love, Rochelle.

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  4. Sheila Bienenfeld
    January 22, 2019 @ 12:24 am

    I just came across this lovely tribute while Looking up old acquaintances on Google. I was a student of Sarah’s from about 1963-1967. I remember both Sarah and Toto, and had sometimes wondered what became of them. I admired Sarah very much for the unconventional choices she had made in her life, and she inspired me to question convention in my life as well. I hope she was proud of her life, her love, and her work.

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    • Rochelle
      February 1, 2019 @ 7:11 pm

      Yes, she certainly was.

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  5. Richard Herbst
    March 17, 2021 @ 4:34 pm

    Pinky and my mother Anne were friends from the Depression, they were known always as “Pinky and Toto.” I can’t say when and where they met but they remained friends into the 70s. I was introduced to them when I was about 4; we made the stairs into their atelier. I remember her as the first pretty redhead I knew. I went to the studio on Saturdays to learn to paint, my teacher of course was Toto. I am finishing a book on Rockaway memoirs and I thought of a Pinky and Toto chapter, but your narrative is beautiful, I couldn’t touch its intimacy.

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