I got a new guitar today.
It was fifth in a list of contenders, but from the moment the first chord was struck, there were no more contenders. How can a few small pieces of wood and glue, steel and nylon, be responsible for such a magical and memorable connection?
I'm gonna learn to work with this crafted thing of wonder. I suspect that in the long dance of harmony and rhythm, it will lead and I will follow. And I am okay with that.
mom, that is SO cool! what kind of guitar? can you learn a song just for me and play it the next time we get to see you? :) i'm selfish!love you mom...
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