I watched her as she hung clothes on the line to dry. She looked like she was in deep thought as she took a shirt from the basket and held it to her face. I wondered if she was checking to see if it got clean and smelled good or if she feared the scent of another. She looked lonely, standing in a summer breeze, her sundress blowing ever so slightly. When the last piece of laundry was on the line, she picked up the basket and walked slowly back into the house, leaving her doubts behind her in the autumn breeze.
Mike 2024
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