Carefully wringing out the garments I hang them upon the drying line. I am eternally grateful for this job, though paied very little, I wear a wealthy families mark, I no longer have to fear for my life. It is a simple life, I am bound to the estate, missing my once free roaming existence, I pray that one day the king shall pass, the laws will change & I shall be free again.
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