Such a simple pleasure, to take crisp, freshly washed cotton sheets off the line, sun warm and scented by daylight and summer breezes.
(No point folding them, they're going back where they came from, so beautiful and fresh as they are).
I don't much enjoy summer heat, but it's nice when the washing dries so well...
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