**The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, the days after Chamama, people started selling their possessions to stay alive. One morning during a heavy rain, I sat on the porch and watched a line of them pass like slow-moving ants. Woman carried giant pots on their heads containing the items from their kitchen: cups, spoons, knives-everyday utensils of a normal life unhinged. Men lugged chairs and sofas on their backs. One man dragged a heavy dining room table through the mud. They were all headed for the trading center to see how much money or maize they could get. Because what good was a kitchen table when you had no food to eat on it? Ultra stylized ,Coloring Page beautiful,cinematic** - Upscaled by <@1090734407880548383> (fast)
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, the days after Chamama, people started selling their possessions to stay alive. One morning during a heavy rain, I sat on the porch and watched a line of them pass like slowmoving ants. Woman carried giant pots on their heads containing the items from their kitchen cups, spoons, kniveseveryday utensils of a normal life unhinged. Men lugged chairs and sofas on their backs. One man dragged a heavy dining room table through the mud. They were all headed for the trading center to see how much money or maize they could get. Because what good was a kitchen table when you had no food to eat on it? Ultra stylized ,Coloring Page beautiful,cinematic