I was in the midst of segregating my laundry when an un-enticed, yet entirely marvellous and disturbing thought strolled past my frontal lobe.
Clothes are nothing more than an illusion that my nakedness requires.
I may put on many fabrications of multicoloured shield, yet anyone who wishes to see can still view me bare.
Fabric can never cover up my self.
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