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May. 31st, 2003 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ewtI remember when I was a little girl and we lived in Gagetown my mother would put the sheets out on the washing line to dry when it was warm and they used to billow in the wind and I pretended they were sails, ran through them, and generally messed about in them. They smelled nice, and they were HUGE.
It was fun to the point of feeling magical.
It was fun to the point of feeling magical.
