Once upon a time, the old man holding a walking stick used to run on green lawns, catch butterflies parked on colourful flowers and dream of holding the rainbow in a transparent vase.
Time flew by, as he travelled across the world in different planes and sometimes wanted to break the window and touch the rainbow.
He is bed-ridden with genetic diseases now, and survives on bland food and medicines. He likes to play chess with his grandson, and is captivated by his imagination and fascination with nature.
His dreams are colorful once again, and he plans to write a book for kids – one that speaks of fairy tales across three generations. Maybe he will hold the rainbow once before he dies, or after that.
Love this! Great interpretation/use of the images. Thank you for joining with the new format
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Thank you, Sarah!
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You fitted the words in with such ease and great flow👌🤍great Reena
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Thank you, Destiny!
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Lovely take
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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