In the back of my ute is so much soil and sundry scraps of leaves and dirt that I just found, in the seams of the rusted steel, a tiny plant growing. I plan to leave it and see what becomes of it. Maybe I can drag a fruiting tree behind me round the town. Put in a cane chair and folding picnic table. Add a coloured cloth & give readings. Uh huh.
ute tray of goodness
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12 responses to “ute tray of goodness”
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You’d do well at the Montville Market! Have just posted about my morning there.
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Any chance you’re a lesbian? I think I love you.
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I wish, Alex! my life feels like it’d be so much easier.
That is a beautiful compliment from a gorgeous lady. I love you too. Three top chicks in one comments field… A tres of goodness! -
Make that four xx
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I think the ute would also like a samovar
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Shame about that, isn’t it, Alex! Think of the lusciousness. Think of the sex. But if we can’t, I find, we can’t, no matter how much wishful thinking.
I think Alison you may be absolutely right about that. Same old variety… -
I have ute envy.
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Same old variety, dinted, ordinary, that knows what to do
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Though in another context – I’ve wondered. Once was a woman I thought yes, but she ran a mile.
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Sounds like a plan… ????
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Yeah I’d have to be one too, which isn’t that much of a stretch for me, but still a stretch ????
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I was a lesbian for a very long time, most of my adult life, and it was luscious indeed. And I do, I do think of the sex ???? but things changed. Can I say how absolutely lovely is was to receive a response so completely devoid of homophobia and so open xx
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