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
The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams,...
The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams,...
The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams,...
The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams,...
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All the emotions of a person are stored in his heart and soul. 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.

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