Secrets

The towels hung on a string above the cobblestones, lifeless, like bodies swaying in the breeze. Everyone’s laundry cluttered the streets, crossing house to house, with stains visibly seen by the curious; none stayed hidden in the bottom of a hamper, longing to be covered and forgotten. Instead, they tasted the crisp life of a secret’s freeing death.

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