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February 17, 2008

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jennifer

cool! stairs, but I don't want to go down in particular...

rochambeau

Your sister is a Saint of Fresh Laundry. I think a shrine may be in order?
Anyway the smell of line dryed sheets, clothes, and douvets is one of my favorite smells in the world!! Nothing can beet that fresh smell of sun~dried!

somepinkflowers

oh, gawd,
i looked again,
those are just thin pieces
of concrete sticking out...

:-0

somepinkflowers

yikes!

i might
have been wearing stinky clothes
if i had needed to negotiate those steps...
NO JOKE!

:-)

or
maybe would have washed things one by one
in the bathroom sink.

what a brave
and thoughtful sister.
i am thinking you owe her something
for such sweet understanding...

stephanie

eeekss!!! Beautiful photos, fabulous IMAGE of the stairs, but yikes! I'd have a hard time walking up and down them......

me...heights...nothing to GRIP....not a good combo

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