they say this was her father's guitar. they found it in the old house, hung on a nail, in the wall. who knows for sure if it really belonged to my great grandfather, or if he actually played it? it's beyond repair. the guy at the guitar shop told me it would cost a fortune to try and fix. so i keep it like it is, to look at, a reminder, and a connection.
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