Letters of Life

Tag: guitar

While My Fingers Gently Weep

After two years of neglect, my guitar has found a friend in me again. I’m a bad friend then, because I only pick up the guitar when the need arises; the keyboard is just more gratifying for me to play. But I am heading to a place in a few months—a place where a keyboard… Read More ›

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