Franz Marc, Flatternde Wäsche im Wind, 1906 Family Laundry The breeze brushes, caresses, slips its fingersinto pockets, cradling words dropped carelesslywith the loose change,lifting the conversational lint embedded in variegated threads—don’t forget to pick up the milk,look at the moon, remember yesterday—I can’t believe how big she’s getting. The wind slaps feelings from the sun-warmed […]

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