Nothing escapes
Not even time
Not even water
Not even wine
Surrounded by darkness
Drawn in with the light:
The sock that went missing
In the washer last night
Just where does the washing machine take those garments it takes a fancy to?
Perhaps it spins the items so fast on the spin cycle that the garment’s molecules vibrate out of our existence, and into the washed out land? The innards of a Black Hole? The dark side of the Moon?
All I know is I’m now down another sock. I’ll need to buy some new pairs at this rate!
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