There is an opinion about the existence of different worlds and in the old park I found a world of captive sails, probably this is the world of those sails that are not destined to wait for those who dream of seeing a white or scarlet sail on the horizon.
They're all here on the clothesline outside the hospital laundry securely attached to the line with clothespins and they won't be what you'd call a wish come true.
But like any sail they are familiar with the wind which is unable to free them from rope captivity.