Naturally I feel no shame in writing these things because of the time which separates the moment when they are written–when only I can see them–from the moment when they will be read by other...
—Annie Ernaux
Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?
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