Flower Album

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As a blizzard engulfed New York and the snow piled up outside her Upper East Side home, Frances Schultz sat on her antique living room canape, transported to another place and time. The calendar said winter, but her demeanor screamed spring: she was naked, except for the starch-white body paint and, oh, yes, the red tulip petals up and down her legs, the white lily petals on her forehead, the yellow sunflowers at her feet and the burst of a coral gerber daisy nestled in her bosom.