3d • 🧱 Fragments
Tumble Dry
The dryer kept turning.
Long after the cycle ended.
Just air.
A single shirt circled inside.
Blue.
Button missing at the collar.
I opened the door.
Closed it again.
Let it spin.
The warmth was already gone.
Only the rhythm remained.
I stood there listening
to something that had finished
and wouldn’t stop moving.
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Tumble Dry
