Hanging out the washing, early Sunday morning.

Barefoot earth beneath my feet.

Peg, hanging, peg, hanging, rhythm of the laundry.

Buzzards calling overhead.

Birds flutter in the bushes.

Barefoot earth is damp beneath my feet.

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