The window was open...
Instead of flying out from there, the fly, flew in the opposite direction. It surged ahead and banged against a mirror. It kept knocking itself down for a long time. The window's reflection was so real. Why, there was equal light coming in from there.
After several attempts, it moved away...from repetition...It found the real window. Outside which there were no mirrors, no deception.
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