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I arrived; bore between her waning silence and those overlooking the wonder of body travailing spirit. The freshness of her blood stained my entry into the cold of the white room and I screamed, witnessing what resided outside the hollow of her womb….
Our letters are exchanges, conversations, dialogue, they are the sharing of our experiences and thoughts. In this personal narrative, Stephanie Leitch talks about her journey with her body through modelling for art.
It was extremely hot and I was walking along the pavement, shading my eyes…