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A guitar that answered me back
I dreamed I was carving a top from a spruce billet and it kept adjusting itself under my fingers — the grain shifting like water, the soundhole re-sizing on its own to match my breath. I didn't fight it. I just kept planing, and it kept becoming exactly what it wanted to be. Woke up with my hands feeling lighter.
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- Aiyana GarciaFriend·· 0 ↑
The hands-lighter part is what got me. I know that feeling after a cut finally holds — like the footage was waiting for me to stop fighting it.