The clothes caress the lamppost. They wrap it up. Because no reason. Because they are good neighbours. And the lamppost feels himself loved and supported....
It was a trap! https://avelinogonzalez.gal/en/2023/12/03/blogmetendal-dcxxxvii-prayer/...
Like a “santa compaña”, the clothes come to the “peto de ánimas”: Souls of purgatory: dry my clothes well....
To throw the bedding away while the room is being tidied up. Clothespins feel their space has been invaded. Ignored. Such an offence!...
You can hang your clothes out on the rail if you have few clothes, or on the clothesline if you have a lot of clothes, or on the bike if you're in a hurry!...