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March 2009, vol 5 no 1
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Hortensia Anderson Platinum Print The nude woman kneels on a bed as if in prayer. Light through the northern window washes over her profile. She cradles herself, barely able to clasp the slightly shadowed belly in the shape of a tear, full to overflowing. another summer— I keep on growing into my mother |