23.6.04
oneword.: wash: "It used to be my favourite day, I would offer to stay home and pile all the clothes into huge heaps on the porch, I would make biscuits, sitting on the back steps and holding the mixing bowl between my knees while the clothes swirled and then I would push them through the wringer and be lulled into happiness by the familiar rythym of the washing machine. That was what I would do to avoid mustering. I loved wash day. "
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