Three’s a Crowd
The waves lap at the pristine shore of an island thousands of miles from any mainland. My guitar washed up last week, and despite the hammering the salt waves and blazing sun gave it, a little tuning has it sounding lovely. But then, after you’ve been alone for a month, any other voice but your own is bound to sound good.
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Thanks for sharing, Don, and for the challenge 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks for the reblog, Anna 🙂
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Thanks for sharing this, Anna.
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