The return of the King.

The daughter has returned home from University for the summer. We are settling into restoring a bedroom long become a closet for large things.

Beneath the bed, in detritus of years, lay the King.

Where do the lost socks go? Mysteriously they disappear from the wash and laundry cycle. Or maybe there is another tale.

The King, the prodigal King has returned. He remains silent about his adventures, but I am sure they were amazing. So many years, so many lost and lonely socks to rule over.

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