Reunited and it feels so good!
Socks, earrings, chopsticks, windshield wipers. An odd assemblage, but they all come in pairs. Lose any one, and the remaining loner has no use. What about the lost item? In what linty, dank corner of the basement is the other sock curled in despair? What sticky club floor is the final resting place for that sparkly earring?
This is dedicated to the shriveled sock in the basement, the flung-and-forgotten earring, the windshield wiper in the ditch. We’re reuniting long-lost word pairs.