Stories about the people who live in a place, what they do for a living. Little hints as to how their lives are lived.
Socks and shirts and nightgowns fluttering. Table cloths and wool socks.
I dunno, I find something romantic about it. And you can't beat the smell of sheets that have dried in the sunshine.
Am I crazy?
Hang yourself out there this weekend, story makers. See you back here on Monday.