piece of crochet doily is blowing in the wind / door opens caused by gust of wind / doily slowly stills / we move our attention to the rocking chair, vaguely seen through the texture of the cloth / like this we pass every object in the room, almost forgetting that there's a world outside / the somewhat monotonous sound of farm life gets interrupted by sudden footsteps - we focus our attention on one object which is still - staring back at us. typing this makes me realize that maybe I should not let the doily slow in the beginning. to emphasize the impact of the passing ladies when the object shown then - is still.
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