April 2, 1994 — Late Afternoon | Milan
The object could have been mistaken for a box of letters.
That was part of its elegance.
It lay on a felt cradle in the back room of a frame shop near Brera, wrapped in gray wool and tied with plain cotton tape, no larger than a family Bible, small enough that a fool might underestimate it and a connoisseur might love…
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