In fethiye there is this beautiful mosaic that they carried from a temple. It was dedicated to apollo. It has three symbols on it. The sun that is in the middle. A lyre that was originally created by hermes -the messenger god-. And a bow and an arrow.
Like all the beautiful things that history has left for us to stare and sigh. This one is not where it belongs either. It sits in a museum. Alone. Well not completely alone. I guess I do come here a lot to stare and keep it company.
There are a lot of things that people before us owned here. Figurines, bracelets, rings, coins... But I don't think any of them were as busy as the mosaic that hangs on the wall.
It used to greet people. Pregnant women that went there for a blessing, children with sun like hair, worrior man who prays for a little more speed in war. Now it just hangs there.
Like all beautiful things. It's left alone.
09/04/2022
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