feat: Rewrite in Zola

content/blog/_index.md

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+sort_by = "date"
+template = "blog_list.html"
+page_template = "blog.html"
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content/blog/the-quill-of-duck/index.md

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+title = "The Quill of Duck"
+date = 2023-08-31
+[taxonomies]
+tags = ["Demo", "Test"]
+[extra]
+toc = true
+disclaimer = """
+See [demo](/demo) for showcase of all Duckquill possibilities, this page is a demo of a post with title, publication date, tags, disclaimer, table of contents and comments.
+"""
+[extra.comments]
+id = ""
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+
+![Quill](quill.png)
+
+## The what?
+
+This is a Duckquill post example, this post has nothing but a bunch of text and random formatting, acting like a demo.
+
+## Some info
+
+Well, open this file and look at how it's made, it includes all the essential front matter stuff.
+
+Now to the _Stanley!_
+
+## The _Stanley_!
+
+This is the story of a man named _Stanley_.
+
+_Stanley_ worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee `#427`.
+
+![The Office](the-office.webp)
+<figcaption>The Office where Stanley works, it has yellow floor and beige walls</figcaption>
+
+Employee `#427`'s job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room `427` and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.
+
+Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
+
+This is what Employee `#427` did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending,
+
+_Stanley_ relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
+
+And _Stanley_ was happy.
+
+And then one day, something very peculiar happened.
+
+Something that would forever change _Stanley_;
+
+Something he would never quite forget.
+
+He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.
+
+No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation.
+
+Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, _Stanley_ found himself unable to move for the longest time.
+
+But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.
+
+All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.