Too loud a solitude

"...as thousands of cobalt-colored flies swooped in thousands of wild nosedives, their metallic wings and bodies embroidering an immense tableau vivant made up of constantly shifting curves and splashes like the floe of paint in those gigantic Jackson Pollocks."

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