Dreams

The air was thick tangy with the smell of whiskey and the sound of a fiddle cut through the more info 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 tambourine to the music. She clutched her guitar awkwardly, its worn w
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