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The rim of her glassis a luminous sphere;a blurred smudge ofmoist crimson glidingdue north to her mouth.It sweeps this lesserGod to another Calvary. I trace from heel toshoulder, shapely linesBergman himself wouldhave made a meal of,would have entertained withchic strokes of chiaroscuro. It’s the perfect dashof flim flam in asudden twist of plot;the way sheContinue reading “Bonus Scene”