Life is a horizontal fall. — Jean Cocteau
Life is a horizontal fall. — Jean Cocteau
Life is a horizontal fall. — Jean Cocteau
Life is a horizontal fall. — Jean Cocteau
Life is a horizontal fall. — Jean Cocteau
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Life is a horizontal fall.

— Jean Cocteau
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