8k oil painting, impressionism, broad strokes, and let me rhyme something. Something sad, in the spirit of a bygone era. To with the smell of honey, the taste of bread with cigarette butts in a coffee can. And what is freedom when there is tea, and on a wheat roll - amber honey If you don't want, don't, don't answer. Whether so, differently - all will come true. All will pass This too shall pass. We just have to be patient. And contrary to chaos, the cycle will return and death will recede, because toothless death - When she is not remembered, she does not wait. Details, clear, large | Anything