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if laundry can be magic

This room felt like magic. Like laundry-magic, if that’s a thing.

Bright white tablecloths, freshly laundered, were hung to dry in this room. The combination of laundry (and its wind-led dance), the stone floor (look how those tiles are laid on a diagonal with the room), a chandelier, those yellow walls, the columns: you see what I mean about magic.

I hope I never forget what it felt like to stand in this room.

Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022

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