Dreams

The air was thick sweet with the smell of moonshine and the sound of a fiddle cut through the patrons like a knife. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Texas, stood at the edge of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a bassline to the music. She clutched her guitar awkwardly, its worn wood warm under h
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