The Washing Machine

Posted on October 30, 2007


The ‘river’ has disappeared into a ‘washing machine’. 

The glass porthole.  The electric slurp.  The feeling that things are going forward, that life is in motion, the feeling of a gently rocking boat on a flat shiny surface, the smooth flowing stream finding its way to the sea.  Something is taking place; just as Mrs Tiggywinkle did once in expunging the world’s stain, so too does this imperturbable machine clean all.

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