The laundry danced like prayers on the line. And in these moments she felt the full, ineffable weight of living - not as a rush or an accomplishment, but as a state of being. She was here. She was in it.
- ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 .⊹ xxi. 𓃰 written by jane austen.
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