This guitar, although monetarily and visually unimpressive, has massive emotional value. I used to live in Idaho with my mother. She had a purple version of the guitar, and I used to always play around with it. When I moved houses to San Francisco, my mom gave me my own. This has always been a connection I have to her. I keep it on my key ring (which is why it is so scratched). The part I zoomed in on is the edge of the bottom of the lining on the guitar. I really liked this piece because it looks really cool. It is interesting to see the white lining so close up because it looks really pretty.
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