Dreams

The air was thick smoky with the smell of whiskey and the sound of a steel guitar cut through the patrons like a hot poker. Sarah, fresh off the bus from Oklahoma, stood at the bar of this honky tonk, her heart beatin' like a bassline to the music. She clutched her guitar loosely, its shiny wood war
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