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The Sound of Home

Writer: TNV
TNV
Jul 24, 2025
1 min read

There’s something comforting in the sound slippers make when graced upon the foot of the beholder. Worn soles kiss at wooden floors – a muffled and gentle rhythm. Tha-dunk tha-dunk. The hall. Da-thunk Da-thunk. The stairs. A pattern of surety. Of life. Leather-worn workings, honest, familiar, home.

 
 
 

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