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Hamburg by Nastya Jour on Flickr.

Kurt Stier, Old Havana

my mom took this nearly 10 years ago. she was outside and just happened to have her camera when some newlyweds went by on a bicycle for two

pacifist-stephania

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Turkmen Soviet Socialist Republic

enfranchisement

ig: mrbuckleyinteriors

#imagine if you lived here

melissem

Drying Laundry, 2004

Thomas Holton

one tangerine, disentangled from its white web

#satsuma dryer #have you ever picked the white webs off an orange?#mine

la-beaute--de-pandore

agharass

Touch, Salé Morocco 2017. Photo by Abderrahman Amazzal

salamalaikum

Kabul by Siddharthda Joshi

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Satsuma Dryer

by Rob Auton

Every now and again, I put my hands under the hand dryer, and I’m compelled to stay there.

“Ah okay, this is one of those occasions then! I’ve been wondering when one of these will come along again. I’m gonna treat myself. I’m gonna go all the way baby. Yes, it will take time, but I am going to dry my hands, until, they are dry.”

Afterwards, my hands are warm, and sometimes, my hands feel even dryer than they were before I wet them. My hands are dry hands, and I feel like I’ve accomplished something. I put the time in, and it’s paid off. Staggering, what you can achieve when you put your mind to it.

Dry your hands properly. Pass your driving test.

I walk out of the toilet, knowing what perseverance can result in.

I seem to take part in this hand drying ritual the exact same amount of times a year that I thoroughly pick all the white webs off a satsuma before eating it, until it is completely clear from the tasteless pollution.

Drying my hands until they are free from all wet, and picking at a satsuma until free from all white, are related. Distant cousins somehow.

I am constantly on the lookout for another member of this family.

#Rob Auton #a brilliant poet #do you know another member of this family?