Roosting of fowls, getting ready for a tilt of hands without succor of a spinner. All untidy clothes are settled and about to get in a basin for a process, CLEANSING. From tank top to bottom, may weigh more than a kilo and would give a worn out palm. Owe to my aunt, i just had much of a spare drive at least (greenish stewed pork). No way for an involuntary spastic but a hard squeeze committed to woof.
Congruous to existence, each coming day would always be about renewal, embody all vicious things in between thread of a fabric when undressing and put on scent over undefiled garb when wearing , A newborn of a soundness and a resurrection of soul from bygone.
sorry, I'm being so profound sometimes :)
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