Dreams

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