old trucks (betcha didn't know that) and wood houses.
what a great photo. i think i'll frame it and put it somewhere.
my grandmother has a painting of a woman in an apron with her elbows resting on the open driver's window of an old truck. she is apparently talking to her husband, the driver. from that one picture i sometimes live out my whole life like that. sometimes i think all i need in life is a good ol truck, a good man, and a good dog to ride in the back of the old truck with us. and in the meantime i'd be making biscuits, somehow always covered in flour, and working in my garden. i can hear the sound of the screen door creaking open...can't you?
i need to take a picture of that painting.
what a great photo. i think i'll frame it and put it somewhere.
my grandmother has a painting of a woman in an apron with her elbows resting on the open driver's window of an old truck. she is apparently talking to her husband, the driver. from that one picture i sometimes live out my whole life like that. sometimes i think all i need in life is a good ol truck, a good man, and a good dog to ride in the back of the old truck with us. and in the meantime i'd be making biscuits, somehow always covered in flour, and working in my garden. i can hear the sound of the screen door creaking open...can't you?
i need to take a picture of that painting.
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