Curled up on the couch, she would wait for him to take out the guitar. Sunday nights became their night to play around with lyrics. Her husband still had that shaggy hair in his eyes as he began to strum those strings. If she closed her eyes, she could go right back to that bench in Central Park where he used to entertain the morning joggers. That turned out to be her favorite jog of the week.
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Curled up on the couch, she would wait for him to take out the guitar. Sunday nights became their night to play around with lyrics. Her husband still had that shaggy hair in his eyes as he became to strum those strings. If she closed her eyes, she could go right back to that bench in Central Park where he used to entertain the morning joggers. That turned out to be her favorite jog of the week.
quick edit: "as he began to strum those strings"
Sorry :)
I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. My fingers, and time, always got in my way.
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