The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.
Jimi Hendrix
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About Me
- Tom Balderas
- third son of four. painter. writer. musician. photographer. works towards progress. "a solitaire given to intimate sociability."
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