From a distance, they looked almost eerie. Some neighbors joked that they resembled melted plastic, while others insisted they were strips of fabric or some kind of experimental craft project. Nobody seemed to have a clear answer.
As the days turned into weeks, the mystery only grew. The rack would appear in the same spot every morning and disappear before nightfall. It became such a regular part of the neighborhood that people walking their dogs would slow down just to take another look.
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Curiosity eventually got the better of me, so I asked my neighbor what was hanging there.
