Reuven plays the guitar downstairs.
The melodies are quiet and deep soul songs lost songs.
Songs he thinks no one hears but hopes they hear though he wouldn’t dare let them.
One string is missing the bottom one but it’s been missing for months maybe even a year. No one remembers the string after they put down the guitar.
The days pass too quickly.
And the songs are forgotten until a dreamer happens home and takes out his wooden companion.
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