guitar poured soul, history, dreams, pain, victories, secrets. guitarâ — Brenda Sutton Rose

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The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues and ended with a haunting solitary song with no lyrics.

Brenda Sutton Rose

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