W, if I had…

…but one hour’s notice and the shitty leaves remained yet intact, I would lay out my finest blanket for to protect your gorgeous, old, highheel Shit-Kickers.

About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.
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