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The Breast

ISSUE:  Autumn 1999
 Conception and birth: peak moments. Not necessarily for you.
Your chest fills like a sail and you cast off. The world is will!
Then you notice that the breasts point only to where you were
already going. Is that forward or down? There’s still room for
narcissism and its discontents: the body is a folded mirror.
Mostly what’s left is reflection. As the years went on, Cezanne
painted the same mountain again and again.


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