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“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any centre to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.”

Marguerite Duras The Lover (1984)

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Pont de Bir-Hakeim (2004)
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“And then he told her. Told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, he could never stop loving her, that he’d love her until death.”

Duras (1984)

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