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i love hanging clothes on the clothesline to dry
especially on a sunny afternoon,
(this song best heard waking up to the hot desert, hopping on one's bike and riding leisurely, with utmost
liberation and ebullience, for the first of the day's pending adventures)
music distantly playing through our windows upstairs
and my feet, bare in the dry grass.
i have an inkling that you love doing things by hand, the raw, no-frills way, because its a secret, sneaky way of traveling back in time :) i love that too...
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