Spring Cleaned  Can’t you just tellits springor thereabouts ..The old house smellsvaguely againof both hyacinthsand new disinfectant ..Plus there’s nota single cobwebor dust mote in sight ..Meanwhile,in the yard outside,the line looksfit to break beneaththe combinedweight of our freshlaundered sheetsand...

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