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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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The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.Brenda Sutton Rose
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A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master and when he does, you’ll know it.Brenda Sutton Rose
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When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.Brenda Sutton Rose
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There’s secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin’ for somebody to find ‘em and turn ‘em into music.Brenda Sutton Rose