the moment i knew: palazzo vecchio

Something strange happened tonight.

I walked into a room in the Palazzo Vecchio, and with one glance at the painting on the ceiling – a group of women between two armies – I knew what it was.

And then, upon learning how little time we had left in the museum, I heard myself exclaim, “No! I need more time!”

That was the moment I knew I was a goner.

How was this possible?

Something was happening, and there was no going back.

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