There’s a certain nostalgia wrapped up in the hum of a rewinding VHS tape—the way it crackled and whirred, almost as if it were breathing life back into a beloved film.
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Remembering My Dad Through VHS Nights
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There’s a certain nostalgia wrapped up in the hum of a rewinding VHS tape—the way it crackled and whirred, almost as if it were breathing life back into a beloved film.