[Music: Enya. . . A Day without Rain] This is my latest attempt at movie making. . . Turn your sound on.
Each of us is a thread in the tapestry of life
Some of us are woven closely to the past
Others pull away and become worn, frayed
Detached, distant.
In the end, our families stories create a picture
Imperfect, flawed
Yet amusing and fascinating.
Sometimes it's tragic, sometimes magic,
But it is always worth a second look.
I love the poem and the movie and the music. It adds a whole new dimension. Sometimes I feel like time is going too fast for me to learn how to do everything I want to do.
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I love the poem and the movie and the music. It adds a whole new dimension. Sometimes I feel like time is going too fast for me to learn how to do everything I want to do.
Oma, I am sure an amateur at everything I do--doesn't getting old suck?
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