BLOGMETENDAL DCLI: Defenestrated.
The trousers, the towels, the jerseys...
The trousers, the towels, the jerseys...
Pale clothes on a starry background. The sleeves on the right go to them. The bra, folded, seems to surrender. As if they were aware of their pallor and want to dye themselves some of the colour of the sky in the background. That wonderful Procol Harum's song A...
The wind is both ally and enemy. It depends. That's why having the ground cleanup is a safety measure....
Clothes wanted to run away. On the sly. But at the last moment, the window lashed it. Now she's a prisoner. I don't know if she'll really be free when she's released from the window....
I have a nurseman neighbour who wears coloured clothes, both outerwear and underwear. Professional or non-professional ones. I have a nurseman neighbour...