The health the hours rode on my knees at my feet. They used to carry her through the streets of Florence, but they've taken her ill. Her hair is like an alien piece of fried kale, and she lies down on her knees with her head on the ground. In the style of William Blake the patient is hung up in his bed, and the flowers are on his bed :: 
The health the hours rode on my knees at my feet. They used to carry her through the streets of Florence, but they've taken her ill. Her hair is like an alien piece of fried kale, and she lies down on her knees with her head on the ground. In the style of William Blake the patient is hung up in his bed, and the flowers are on his bed :: --v 4 --quality 2 --stylize 1000 --ar 16:9
The health the hours rode on my knees at my feet. They used to carry her through the streets of Florence, but they've taken her ill. Her hair is like an alien piece of fried kale, and she lies down on her knees with her head on the ground. In the style of William Blake the patient is hung up in his bed, and the flowers are on his bed ::
a painting of a woman laying on the ground with flowers
a black and white drawing of a woman with flowers on her head
a painting of a woman with flowers in her hair
a painting of a woman laying on a bed with flowers