Like Death

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Daylight poured into the enormous studio through an open bay in the ceiling: an oblong of brilliant light–an immense perforation in the remote azure infinity–ceaselessly crisscrossed by sudden flights of birds.

-Guy De Maupassant, Like Death (New York Review Books Classics)

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