Carried away

Just another fall ironing day
Work clothes starched and creased
The sun is shining and it's balmy
Through open windows rustling of birch leaves



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Wolf Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 9:14 PM
O, Line. You really captured the sound of it, esp. (but not only!) when yours truly burns a hole right through a shirt... (Tee-hee, it's true). ~ Gershon
Gauthier Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 10:00 PM
LOL lovely imagery, Gershon. Thanks for your contribution. Always appreciated
Dietrich Avatar
June 17, 2018 at 5:37 PM
Cool KU, how the rustling relates to both.
Gauthier Avatar
June 17, 2018 at 8:03 PM
Thanks for your visit and comment, Andrea.
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