Air Dry

On a practical level, I have fairly frequent fantasies about about clotheslines, due to a small apartment, and a fondness for delicates. 

On a romantic level, I love to look at them; they seem to be pedestrian prayer flags.

 I also love their unabashed honesty; there is nothing better than a massive pair of knickers fluttering in the wind like the flag on a diplomats car.

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