Antonio was gazing at the screen, a curious look on his face. “That looks like the statue Micho made of me for the Operia,” the young man said.
Karl looked at him. “You’re saying you were the model for the David? But that was over five hundred years ago! How can you be that person?”
“Five hundred years?” Antonio responded casually. “I cannot understand that either. But that is the statue he made from the clay models he had me pose for him. I remember how proud he was when it was presented at the Palazzo della Signoria. I remember as well how we celebrated that night.” He paused and a sad look came across his face. “That was our last night together as lovers. The next day he told me I would have to leave, that the work was done and he was returning to Rome. I could not go with him.”
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