soracities: ““A man strums his guitar so hard it bleeds. Washed in his blood we swoon and sway like cane. Converts, we rise to meet his tremulous voice, to break bread at the river’s mouth…”” — Tanya Shirley, The Music Man (via lesgardenias)
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