We walked to the dentist yesterday arm in arm, him for cleaning, me for restoration - like two venerable brick buildings.
The dentist, a great master craftsman took me first. If there were ever a justification for high tech, dentistry is it - without which my smile would rest in terminal hibernation.
My smile would rarely be public nor not nearly as evident except perhaps in private for the sole viewing of my ‘other’ who loves me unconditionally and for my real self.
Without the gifted artistry of the dentist my smile would decay – shock, startle and dismay as opposed to shake, rattle and roll.
Short studies interpreted freely from experience, photos and imagination: