Isabella Grandic
Joined December 2021
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Their First and Last Birthday
I squeezed my beautiful wife Freddie's hand; we were both dilated to an 8. It was forever in the making: the birth of our children. We had a bright little room with a stunning mountain sunset painted on the walls. You could see every detail of the earth and every wavelength of colour from the sun. I loved how our children would be born in a room painted with such detail, delicacy, and awareness of the world's beauty. We were born in off-white rooms with cheap clocks on the wall back in my day. What does that represent? The bland, limited nature of our existence? I much prefer to represent the climb of life and natural artistry.
By Isabella Grandic2 years ago in Futurism