Laundry girl
White cotton with blue skies.
When I was living in London many moons ago, Rae, Alex and I, would head off on Sundays to the laundromat to get the weekly wash done. This was inevitably followed by Sunday afternoon into evening beers. We would head off singing 'Laundry Girls.'
I don't have a thing about laundry, however, there is a dance-like quality to light white cotton that beckons further interest.

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