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The guitar in his hands sang the language of the universe, those serenades that come to the heart in quietness and are born to us as a song.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 28, 2020.
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In the early morning light the guitar was deep hue of caramel, the kind of brown that can melt a heart and warm a soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 28, 2020.
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Every guitar is born to sing, to make its way to those loving hands that give it such soulful caress.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 28, 2020.
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The guitar can only meet its full destiny when the player is brave enough to meet theirs.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 28, 2020.