That moment when marble melts. Unmistakably cool, she is armored with time and hardened by history. Like incense she burns her way into being. A legacy of lovers, she belongs to no one and never will. She first came to life in his hands and tonight she will be your Galatea. Breathe her in and mould her in your own image but know you’re aren’t the first. Momentarily mutable yet ultimately unwieldy. That’s how you survive the centuries.