When I see in any part of the world laundry hung out to dry
A wave of nostalgia hits me hard, I do not know why
The sight of clothes swaying gently from a clothesline
In an apartment balcony or in an open courtyard has come to define
The essence of the land that I left behind
Now that drying clothes to an appliance is confined..
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Hanging out wet laundry blended seamlessly
Into the rhythm of daily life, comforting in its predictability
Sun-dried clothes feeling warm against the skin
In unexpected rain, rushing to bring clothes in
Those vivid memories have stayed with me
Evoked whenever laundry hanging to dry I see
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The conservationist in me would like to choose
This practice on sunny days, I don’t think we need to use
An appliance to dry clothes on sunny days
Even if it seems primitive in some ways
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Clothes drying im the sun never fail to remind
Me of the simpler life I left behind….
Passion...unbridled 