Dreams

The air was thick sweet with the smell of beer and the sound of a fiddle cut through the patrons like a hot poker. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Texas, stood at the corner of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a drum to the music. She clutched her guitar tightly, its polished wood warm under he
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