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A woman’s hand, sinews tense, her thumb hooked and pulling just so around faded pink undies with a thin, ruffled edge. One tiny bow on its edge whispers of a girlhood almost forgotten (as this is most certainly a woman in the prime of her self-possession). Otherwise, an ocean of skin. She’s pulling those pastel panties halfway down to reveal that tender flesh that folds between thigh and body, suggestive shadow, hardly obscene but the exact right lick of the erotic. Forcefully assured, a slip of the hidden revealed, bold as brass (though her face is beyond the edge of the canvas), but not …