On more than one occasion in recent laundry cycles…
after loading in about half my wife’s wash, I placed one dryer sheet amid her clothes. Then another atop the pile after I get the whole load in.
They are just two wisps of lovely-scented, soft, barely-there layers buried among the heavily damp, lumbering mother lode piled into the circling drums. Two fronds of seaweed floating about in crashing cloth waves of this ocean.
And somehow, despite the odds, when I pull the warm, soft mounds from the dryer, there between her laundered shirts and sundry...
clung to one another like long-lost lovers brought together by fate and unfathomable physics are the two once-singular sheets
now almost inseparable having found each other across time and cubic feet 👉🏼👈
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