Disciple of Eve

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Token ID · 1 tokens

7119.455136

X · 1 tokens

6008.55207

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-22 08:25:52.974 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

The resemblance is uncanny, as I lie exhausted after breastfeeding my baby to sleep. My husband, like the man behind her, cradles our little one with care. He hands me tea with honey, sweet like the fruit she holds. Her mask, one I'm all too familiar with, is blissfully off as she enjoys rare moments of me-time. Her hand rests on her imperfect belly, the source of much joy as small limbs kicked from both inside and out. Her hair, a mess of tangles, proof of sleepless nights. Exhausted, but so much in love.

Observation · 1 tokens

Creation: One of life's most consequential, raw & upending moments. To Ava & Emma: Creatio Ex Nihilo.

Revision · 1 tokens

My first Response I give to you, as your Observation inspired my own. At first I shook my head, disagreeing with the two interpretations of what a woman is. I felt a strong urge to reclaim her. Now, I understand. Thanks for sparking these discussions.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

The connections built between a mom and a baby at her breast are hard to put into words, yet you conveyed it beautifully. The epitome of supply and demand, the breast of a mother!

Response 2 · 1 tokens