To each a modesty in the countenance of rain.
Looking in you will see the aspect of a heat by which plants
Grow. And you will see
The tears of humankind falling.
To each the bravery of the verdure,
Throbbing in the leaves.
It must this resonance to each know discontent.
It must, after all, it must!
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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