I love you so utterly deeply that it's almost embarrassing. Last night, listening to one of your brethren in the expert hands of my string-strumming friend, I was transported.
Life, for a short time, seemed incomprehensibly good.
As Shakespeare once wrote, how is it that sheep's guts can hail the souls from men's bodies? And while I know that my friend's guitar is strung with steel, the sentiment is the same. He plucked, and he strummed, and he played his fingers across the frets, and I was truly happy.
You are a gift straight from God, and I am so thankful for friends who can play you well.
Hugs & kisses,
B
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