David, the perfect man
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Could I myself believe that finally seeing Michelangelo's David was real? We stood in line for hours, as the Roma attempted to get away with our belongings. As we were finally escorted into the Galleria Accademia, I spied the giant at the end of the corridor. At least 15 feet tall, the mass of people that swarmed around him, adored him, seemed miniscule. I walked around him for so many times, catching every angle. His muscles taut, perfect, immaculate. Down to the veins, that were rich with blood, in his hands. The lights cast a warm hue, that seemed to fill the cold marble with warmth and life. Such beauty one rarely sees. So many unfinished works, where one could see that Michelangelo's talents lay in freeing the form from the marble that bound it inside.
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