I think there is more than laundry, there is 'Mistress Quickly', 
 laundress and so much else. (Merry Wives of Windsor/Shakespeare) 
And the stream of streams, the Balcony proved to move thoughts:


"This stream had been the good angel of my thoughts all the day, 
keeping them ever moving and ever fresh, cleansing and 
burnishing them, quite an open-air laundry of the mind."
(The Quest of the Golden Girl/Gallienne) 

Will stares of clothed apparitions last the month? 


How transitory are our hopes and fears, 
that they need to be wrung out 
more frequently than our clothes? 
 Laundry is a comfort, 
if it does nothing but allow time to pass 
thoughtfully in the open air.

Evening...

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