Wednesday, 8 April 2015
Hung out to dry
I was on a washing line, naked and pegged by my shoulders to the line. I was in the middle of a large field.
I hung there, gently swaying in a light summers breeze. All was silent and I was very calm and content.
That's all that happened and I was hanging there for what seemed hours.
Posted by Max Walsh
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