The surest way
To fine-tune a broken heart
Is to change the strings
The surest way
To fine-tune a broken heart
Is to change the strings
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I love this💖
Thanks so much. Love your comment 🙂
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I agree with Judy (and I’m “liking” her comment so she might see your kind reply :)). But… it’s figuring out how to change the strings that’s tough. Funny how fiddly it seems.
You’re very right. If you don’t know how to change strings it doesn’t matter that you know that they need changing. It’s good to have the information but you also must know the best means. I guess this is when you find somebody who knows what they are doing haha. Maybe a guitarist is best. I could never change strings without a lot of practice. But, after all, I was always a drummer.
Ha, awesome! I tried once but then my husband took over while I was getting frustrated with all the finicking. Lucky he’s technical.
That’s great then, to have another so close who can help. You have a great husband! And he has a great wife! You’re lucky to have each other!
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So, so true! The heart can become like a guitar sometimes… overplayed and needing a little TLC to keep it beating beautifully. Love this one!
Thanks. I like how you stated this: even your comments are poetry.