The telephone
is by Michelangelo
& is sculpted from
the Carrera marble
that he loved so
much. Is displayed
on top of a basalt
plinth with a bronze
plaque on the topside
corner that details
its provenance. No-
one else around in
the Uffici when it
rings so I pick it up.
"Hello," I say in a
somewhat hesitant
voice. Silence. Then
a response. "Ma dove
sono le nevi di un tempo?"
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