Dreams

The air was thick tangy with the smell of beer and the sound of a fiddle cut through the patrons like a knife. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Texas, stood at the bar of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a bassline to the music. She clutched her guitar loosely, its polished wood warm under her f
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