Even if it's a nice place, it doesn't fancy to go laundry there. And it's a nice place! But still I don’t want to put my hands in there. And what are those boards hanging from the roof armor for?...
The house is old. The strings are new. The tweezers are new. The bag is new. Only the one who had to go away left: dry clothes. The rest is waiting. Do clotheslines wait? Or they're just...
I'd like someone to write to this clothesline (omitting evidences)...
They’re the most intimate clothes of all, because they dreams with us And the plant of envy by his side, so no one will haunt his dreams...