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BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXVI: Reader clothes-line

If they had hung a newspaper or a magazine up the clothes-line, they would have hung it on in order to read something while they are drying. But being sheets of paper, I'm sure they has hung their clothes to sutdy for ...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXV: Prow’s Clothes-line

The slacking, hanging, weary. Died. Until the stick of the kitchen-maid is transmuted into bowsprit, spur that pierces the world and affirms the rigging of the clohes-line, turning the clothe-ropes into ship-ropes, the cloths into jibs, the tweezers into loff. When wind raises up, the long...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXIV: Party clothes-line

There was party yesterday. The fingerprint stays in the dress, red happy coloured, as a smell of sweat and smile and dance. Is it necessary to wash it alone? Yes, because if not, happiness is diluted. And because there is another party tonight....

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXIII: Stretched out

Without tweezers, without anything. And there they are, thrown in the crossbeam of the window. It is a recklessness, ins't it? And what will happen if wind get up suddenly? They'll go all on the air. I suppose they do not do it without a...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXII: Unpaired

It s nice to be matching because if one day you have an unexpected urgency and you have to go to the doctor, how is he going to see you if you have the part of above that doesen't combine with the part of...