Monday, 17 August 2009

A pile of handkerchiefs taken from the washing line and folded. They smell of sunlight, moving air and smug domesticity.

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Clare Grant
Three Beautiful Things

2 comments:

Red Bird said...

I love this...
:)

jem said...

This reminds me of my Mum and Dad. And being a child. Tissues might be convenient, but sometimes I miss proper handerkerchiefs.