“I can still see it, that fly, on the white wall, dying. At first in the sunlight, then in the muted light refracted off the tiled floor.” — Marguerite Duras, Writing
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“I can still see it, that fly, on the white wall, dying. At first in the sunlight, then in the muted light refracted off the tiled floor.” — Marguerite Duras, Writing