started beating walls floor nothing pieces, nothing a memory a guitar. — Jackie Haze, Borderless

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She started beating it against the walls and floor until it was nothing but pieces, nothing but a memory of a guitar. I had an idea, though not yet clear, that it wasn’t her arms that beat what once could sing, but her heavy heart, as she once said that even the Rock of Gibraltar had ten thousand holes.

Jackie Haze, Borderless

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