My mysterious new companion
I suppose I didn’t waste much time.
I bought I guitar yesterday from a very nice woman in Fulham, a little neighborhood just to the south of us. It’s an old vintage acoustic guitar, very different from the one I play back home, and it will serve me just fine over the next few weeks.
The guitar doesn’t have a make, model or serial number. It’s sort of mysterious.
For certain, though, it has character.
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