The nostalgia of hand-drying the wash accompanies me every time I fold our clothes. I love summer for this reason; that I get to hang-dry my laundry. I love getting up in the morning, putting a load in the wash, then waiting for it to finnish, and then taking it outside, where the sun is peaking over the horizon, and the warmth of the day is spreading over the grass. I breath deeply, and then I hang the laundry on the line. It' really quite fulfilling for me. I take the sheets in my hands and smell on them the scent of all things good and lovely in the air and when I'm done, I sit outside and fold them.
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