Dreams

The air was thick smoky with the smell of whiskey and the sound of a fiddle cut through the patrons like a lightning bolt. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Oklahoma, stood at the edge of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a tambourine to the music. She clutched her guitar loosely, its polished woo
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