I think there is more than laundry, there is 'Mistress Quickly', laundress and so much else. (Merry Wives of Windsor/Shakespeare) And the stream of streams, the Balcony proved to move thoughts: "This stream had been the good angel of my thoughts all the day, keeping them ever moving and ever fresh, cleansing and burnishing them, quite an open-air laundry of the mind." (The Quest of the Golden Girl/Gallienne)
Will stares of clothed apparitions last the month? How transitory are our hopes and fears, that they need to be wrung out more frequently than our clothes? Laundry is a comfort, if it does nothing but allow time to pass thoughtfully in the open air.
Evening...
Daylight...
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