Putting It Together


Day 95

95_365 Guitars


My grandmother was a wise woman who knew me well.  I miss her.  She would have said of me yesterday (actually, I kept hearing her in my head) that I had taken in bar steel and was spitting out nails – and she would have been right.  But she also would have counseled me to look for beauty, to assemble it from pieces if I had to, but to find it somewhere.  So this morning I went out looking for pretty things, and I discovered just exactly what she was talking about.


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