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I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.

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Kate Morton
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: July 19
Author
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Berri
South Australia
Australia
Whatever
Adventure
Free
Independent
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Feet
Never
Open
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Heard
Sweeps
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