Once every last birch has been childishly counted
We will live between them,
And the rustling of snow that accompanies them.
So much like a piano one wants to be in expression,
So direct and punched in the force of sound.
I hear you.
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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