i can't go to sleep
...i can hear my lil pumpkin clench her teeth right across from the room..i must get her some nightguard..
(meanwhile im thinking of keeping her airway open..like you know...with one of the mouthprops..only if i can find it handy somewhere nearby...
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"Since love first made the chest an instrument Of fierce lamenting,
by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror,
like a rose I pluck my chest apart,
that I may hang This mirror in your sight." M Iqbal (ra)