"It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all."

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Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

— Jean Cocteau