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Naked Battlefield. {poetry}

On buses, languid women, two breasts exposed in sculpted perfection, whispering: they could be yours, while in a nearby cafe, a breastfeeding woman is refused service and sent away, because here, we want no gross motherhood on display.

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The Blood That Binds Us. {poetry}

I was contemplating the blood that binds us and our bodies, as I was witnessing the never-ending news of gang rapes, date rapes, war rapes and hate crimes against women. Rage. Violent attempt of possessing the female body. Blood spilled.

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All that is beautiful. All that is wounded. All that is whole. {Nudity}

Daring to see and be seen by the naked eye calls for courage and leads to intimate liberation. Not because the body is the container of the soul, but because the body is the amalgam of your experience, your raw energy, and your will to live. When we capture this together, we capture the ...

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Naked Battlefield. {poetry}

The Blood That Binds Us. {poetry}

All that is beautiful. All that is wounded. All that is whole. {Nudity}

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