“‘Zbruchsky Svitovid’ is one of the rare monuments of the Slavic pre-christian period cult. Ukraine. Such sculptures stood in many places of Spiritual Power on the hill. These sculptures were painted in red, yellow, white and black. Four faces of God were directed to the four directions of the world. My distant ancestors worshiped the four sides of the light, the God of the Sun, the Mother Earth, the God of Rain, and other Spirits of Nature.”
"Let go of the idea that things could have happened differently, as if this life is a Choose Your Own Adventure book and you simply turned to the wrong page. You did the best you could with what you knew and felt at the time." ~Maggie Smith
Orthodontists use dental braces to help move your teeth into a better position in your mouth so that they look and function better.
There are now many different types of braces available.Here are some of the main types.
Traditional braces are where brackets are chemically bonded to each tooth.
The brackets may be metal or ceramic. Wire is run through the brackets to move the teeth.
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the first time san saw you was in his english class. he didn't pay you much mind beyond lingering for a second or two on the idea that you were, well... really pretty. there was something charming about the way your eyes gazed absentmindedly at your laptop whilst the professor took a minute to collect his notes. your mouth was a unique and lovely shape even though it was currently nibbling on a pencil. although... san wasn't sure why you had a pencil out when you could just take notes on your computer.
that was all the thought he gave you before his mind went elsewhere, focusing instead on his own open computer as the professor cleared his throat in preparation for a lecture.
the second time san saw you was also in english class. you hurried in through the door right before the lecture began. nearly everyone was already there, and all eyes turned to look as you entered. seeing all the attention made you duck your head in embarrassment, and you walked hastily to the nearest open seat near the back of the room.
as you passed san's seat, which happened to be beside the aisle you scurried down, he got a whiff of your scent. it wasn't like he was trying to smell you or anything. you just had this very pleasant aroma about you that trailed behind almost like a wisp of cloud as you walked by. for just a split second, san was enveloped by your wispy cloud of perfume that was very much not perfume but simply… you. the second he inadvertently caught a whiff of the gentle, pleasant smell, he knew it was simply you - essence of you, eau de you. it was a warm scent that felt like home.
his mind lingered on images of your flustered, sheepish half-smile as you walked through the door. for a bit longer than the first time he saw you, san thought about how you were so pretty in an under-the-radar sort of way. yours was an obvious yet humble sort of beauty - everyone could see it if they looked with their eyes and their heart, but you seemed either not to know or not to care. san liked that.
the third time he saw you also happened to be the first time he spoke to you. he had just settled into a seat and begun digging through his beg for the laptop when he smelled that warm, homey scent. a second later, he realized you were seating yourself one row back and one seat to the right of him.
san shrugged internally. what did it matter? it wasn't like he was particularly interested in you or anything. all he knew about you was that you were attractive and you smelled nice.
not even a minute later, he heard a muffled curse and a low thud behind him. something relatively heavy rolled and sloshed and then bumped into his foot. with surprise, san looked down to see a water bottle. a name was written across the side. he read it out loud, mildly registering that it was a nice name. "that's me," said a voice behind him, slightly lowered from embarrassment. san straightened, the bottle in hand, and looked at you. when he offered it back with a grin on his face, you smiled back. it was shy but bright; your eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights, and san swore he felt his heart skip a beat.
"I'm san," he blurted.
your smile went even more shy. "nice to meet you."
laying eyes on you, discovering your scent, sharing a somewhat awkward conversation - these were all firsts that led to the best years of san's life. they led to many more firsts: there was a first date under the cherry trees in the summer, there was a first kiss at the door of your apartment, there was a first meeting with his parents during christmas. and there were even many things san did with you that he'd never done with anyone else, like kissing at the top off a ferris wheel and getting down on one knee on a quiet hill overlooking the city and the forest surrounding it. he'd never slipped a ring onto anyone's finger before, never kissed someone and whispered a promise to love them forever. and while these were firsts, they were also lasts - san would never ever want to do them again with anyone else.