…He calls me a whore, a slut, he says I’m his only love, and that’s what he ought to say, and what you do say when you just let things say themselves, when you let the body alone, to seek and find and take what it likes, and then everything is right, and nothing’s wasted, the waste covered over and all is swept away in the torrent, in the force of desire…__from The Lover by Marguerite Duras
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Thank you @The Rewind for the restack