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Laundry Day


One by two thumbnails, slicing the slatted shadows with smiles, consciously exuberant. Recalling the heavy dark scent in apartment laundry rooms and the pressing desire to hoard change. Coaxed into the day when snow relaxes to rain, an open steaming coffee cup embracing cold prevalent drops. Pressing change into palms block after block, now that clothes are washed by the sky.
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