Noticing movement all about, but not letting it disturb
my thoughts.
Wondering what is going through minds of other people
as they wash their clothes, waiting around for them
to get done.
Frowns, knitted brows, stress showing, sometimes a
smile comes my way.
An interesting array of people, children, clothes and
an assortment of nationalities, all exercising their
energy doing a chore in public.
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