I think being pinned onto the clothesline and fluttering in the afternoon breeze while I sun dry would cure me actually

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I think being pinned onto the clothesline and fluttering in the afternoon breeze while I sun dry would cure me actually
washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes
My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.
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