Lying, momentarily forlorn on the workbench, at an odd angle and still in the neck-rest, does this neck, awaiting reattachment to its body, still feel, like an amputee, itself as a complete instrument?
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the cultural anthropology of a small but doughty repair shop where guitars are made well again or changed for the better
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