pyjamas from the line, rain rinsed. complimented. not mine really.
left by his estate, three quarters of an acre, where the washing dries.
on a good day or tumbled in bad weather. often it is milder here when
it rains. you can smell that too. most things have a scent, not always
nice. though.
particularly like early grey and burned toast, although there are now
warnings on the latter. with butter.
ashes of roses.
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