Original artwork description:

The old woman had walked this path for years, her cane tapping against the cobblestones in rhythm with the soft steps of her donkey. The townspeople knew her well—some said she spoke to the donkey as if it understood every word.

“Come now, old friend,” she murmured, tugging the rope gently. “The sun is dipping, and we’ve still got a way to go.”

The donkey’s ears flicked as if in reply, its dark eyes reflecting the warm hues of the fading afternoon. They moved through the narrow street, past stone walls kissed by time, past windows where children peered curiously.
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Materials used:

Paper, oil pastel

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