The greatest mystery in life is where our socks go.
I keep single socks in a drawer in hopes that their missing match will one day return. And sometimes they do.
I have individual socks that go missing for weeks and then show up in the laundry basket unexpectedly one day. The basket had been emptied several times while the sock was MIA. How it suddenly returned? I don't know.
One time a sock showed up inside my winter jacket, even though I typically hang my coat up and it goes no where near my laundry. What was with that? I don't know.
What sort of journeys do our socks go on? What sort of adventures do they have?
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