Dreams

The air was thick sweet with the smell of moonshine and the sound of a steel guitar cut through the crowd like a lightning bolt. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Texas, stood at the corner of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a bassline to the music. She clutched her guitar tightly, its worn wood
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