my layers of protection come off with the inevitable enthusiastic crackle.
my pantyhose peels off and still holds its shape, with flexures at the knees and ankles.
Dog's disembodied hairs take on a life of their own as they latch onto unsuspecting victims.
the clothes from the dryer sizzle in electrostatic glory.
sometimes, just occasionally, i miss a more humid weather.
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