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I wince. The guitar looks up with shame. I tell it not to worry. It’s all my fault. My guitar starts to cry. My eyes dart for the clip-on tuner which is long gone. Or maybe under the bed?
Stephanie Wilson
Carol Lennox. LPC, M.Ed.
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Does it gently weep?
Psychotherapist sharing new choices. Leans far Left. Mindfulness practitioner before it was cool. LPC, M.Ed. Helping you make a difference every day
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