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When I found some women with bellies

They were in the National Gallery wearing dolphin smooth skin and only the airiest net at their hips, stomachs round but childless snug with grapes and game. Women with necks like glasses of milk and impossible jelly-mould breasts carry confidence in their bellies. If you plugged them to a socket their abdomens would shine like bulbs.