Breasts

A sketch I made back in the 70s.

The gesture depicted brings to mind lines from "Journey" by John Williams collected in The Broken Landscape

[...]

           Toward evening when the wine
Ran out we turned as lovers should
To touch as petals on a darkened vine.

The first Philip Roth novel I read was The Breast: a story of transformation, like so many stories.

And so for day 2053
27.107.2012