Although her face is mostly worn from age, her expression is serene and knowledgeable looking out over the road. Her eyes are the most preserved, extremely feeling despite the stark white color. Her nose and mouth have been marred but there is a small upturn on the one side of her face that implies a long lost smile. From her helmet spring plumes accentuating her face and the hair she has tucked underneath the headpiece. Her dress drapes around her body, clinging loosely to her form. The small belt ties with a small bow just above her abdomen, creating additional folds in the fabric around her body. Though both of her arms have been lost to time, her shoulders indicate where they may have been before. Her right arm leans downward towards the piece of marble her leg leans upon. Her left arm appears to have been raised upward, leaving to the imagination what emotions or thoughts she meant to inspire in her passersby. Wings rest at each of her sides, beginning in the folds of the back of her dress. The feathers overlap gently, reaching all the way to the feet she hides beneath her clothing. Although the wings appear to be in a resting position, they almost appear ready to take flight - to lift her off the ground with beauty and grace. Age has been unkind to her, marring features and adding darkened shades where there was once only white - lines along her body appear where there should not be any. Despite these detriments, she appears regal and beautiful, above the crowds that would surround her and above the tourists that ogle her today.
(Minerva Victoria, Ostia Antica, May 31)
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