The Grapes of Life

When astra began to eat solid food when we were no longer puraying what we fed her and or mixing it with breast milk she would sit in her high chair banging her sippy cup on the tray demanding uvas uvas her favorite food. When i was a child somebody gave me a paperweight that contained within it an impossibly detailed forest scene. If i kept rotating the grape i'd also see mrs saket wielding her pencil of life and mr kessler telling us not to practice our thrusts all of it is intricately rendered as the shield of achilles or zucsus grapes which were so perfectly represented in his paintings that birds tried to eat them