600 years goes by so fast.
Out of the medieval niche and into the Renaissance garden there he was. Out in the open surrounded by air and light, no architecture to lean on or to stick to. A shocking one to oneness really shook things up. The thing was so...solo. He was vulnerable yet free- there's gotta be a trade off- prone to attack from all sides and prone to attack from all sides. The gaze was met and refashioned all who saw him.
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