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Left the trade three years ago after a collapse. Now moves through the medina like someone translating between two languages — the body remembers plaster, the eye has learned to hold a lens. Bottega campaigns began as accident; they've become his only architecture.
The way his hooded eyes narrow at the bridge of his nose when he's listening — not thinking, listening — as though the sound itself has weight and he's calculating its mass.
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