Three Billboards outside Batman, Victoria
It all started when I was driving home in the Tesla from a meeting of the Reiki Healers’ Collective in Fitzroy and had just come under the bridge before you pass the Anarchist Bookshop and turn into Northcote. To be honest, my mind was less on my driving and more on the lentil and mung beans that I knew Tristan, my long term partner of three weeks, had waiting for me at our bijou workers’ cottage in Gallipoli Parade (a steal at $1.7
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