vintage poster illustration hand drawn illustration of I don’t know how to talk about flowers. They’re so colorful and wholesome, any word could make them gray, while they need the sun, or dry them, while they need water. I don’t know how to talk about a bunch of other things, like breakfast, for example. What do you want me to say it is the first meal of the day, it’s like ingesting something from life renewed after you woke up again. What should I say about cities, and places in general. It’s where you are of course, but it’s also where you’ve been, or where you wanted to be, or you wish to be in the future, or where that person you hate, or love, is living right now, or is buried, or talked to you about it. There is nothing I’m completely sure I know how to talk about. That’s why life, love, reality, imagination, always speak for themselves. thin outline, minimal shading, clipart, vintage poster. --ar 2:3 --sref 3565168336 --sref 444248313 --sref 1671175486 --sref 2508009867 --stylize 90 --raw --hd --profile mlrtm2j --profile kpoplod --profile hjf34yn
