No one has time for a bath anymore. But back when or over there, somewhere, someone's got time for a bath. And here's the luxurious occasion, with son or daughter furnishing a towel, or is that his heightened hampered lady supplying the towel? We can't know, since they're in my head and...I don't even know!
This simple occasion makes me question what we know as "Progress"
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
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