EDITOR’S LETTER
SUN’S OUT, GUMS OUT While in the early stages of pulling together our final issue for 2021, I had a dream. Not, unfortunately, in the Martin Luther King Jnr sense – this was a night-time vision that struck with such realism that it left me fretting for hours after awakening. In said dream, my teeth fell out. I could feel my lips wrap around my bare gums, settling into the little grooves where my ivories should have been. It was like being a toddler again, tonguing the gap where a baby tooth fell out, yet on a much grander (and more horrifying) scale. Following a moment of dreamy relief at being released from the shackles of eternal brushing and flossing, a panic set in, strong enough to wake me from my slumber. What…