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Epigraph

The evening is deep inside me forever.

Many a blond, northern moonrise,

Like a muted reflection, will softly

remind me and remind me again and again.

It will be my bride, my alter ego.

An incentive to find myself. I myself

am the moonrise of the south.

—PAUL KLEE, THE TUNISIAN DIARIES