The pink shirt lurks. It tends to be introverted. There's more underwear hidden. The jumper comes out. It shows itself, it exposes itself, I don't know if it's not thinking of jumping out. Jumpers tend to be extroverted....
These clothesline birds are sheltered from the rain. They wait under cover for clothes to hang out....
Small tub, water, detergent, soak, wait, rinse, wring out and hang. It reminds me of making bread: trough, yeast, flour, water, let rise (in my house we call this "putting on the line"), shaping and baking. And then, dress or eat....
To hung up. To aerate. Hunging up and airing, airing and hunging up. I find inhuman (which is not in the measure of the human being, it is not atrocious, it is not cruel, it is simply non-human) the architecture that despises the human being...
Is it forbidden to hang heavy clothes?...