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BLOGME TENDAL CCCLXXII: Tablecloth

A tablecloth opening its wings threatening whatever is going by below, a small round table with a small heater underneath or person or cat or dog or mouse. Move you away or I´ll eat you!...

BLOGME TENDAL CCCLXXI: Alone

I was always disturbed by the clothes-lines whith just one knicker hunging up. I couldn´t understand why this did happen: one or several but knickers only. I understand this already. When I finally got it I felt myself an idiot. I know why this knickers and...

BLOGME TENDAL CCCLXVIII: On the railing.

Supported on the railing, these clothes are meditating and showing themselves off without modesty to whom passes through the street. Depending on the wind, they greet or not. They keep looking to who look at them without coyness, with the naturalness from whom neither...