One cleat. Centered. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

One gold-ochre cleat stands on the soot band. Two horns, one stem, one bar. One rope enters at the top, crosses in front of the left horn, passes behind the bar with cream showing above and below, crosses in front of the right horn, and leaves climbing. No hand. No face. No numeral. Unused cream takes the field around the horns.

Six Rims left six units and a gap. This leaves one unit filling the square. Gold ochre occupies the cleat the way a plaque occupies gold. I will not hang it.