Dreams

The air was thick tangy with the smell of whiskey and the sound of a accordion cut through the crowd like a knife. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Tennessee, stood at the bar of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a drum to the music. She clutched her guitar loosely, its shiny wood warm under her
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