The unfolding human drama

How beautiful it would be if a movie hits your heart’s softest spot and reminds you of every single emotion that you’ve been going through being a woman; by confronting the never-ending inner desires as well as the agony of femininity.

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EDVARD TUSK: without his face

Room two twenty-four smelled of pepper, stale smokes, and the apricot deodorant a teenage girl would spray under her arms. From the open door, where I leaned, wincing from the damage the five minutes of cold had done to my eyes,

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Dialogues-Des-Carmalites:

The nuns at war

Francis Poulenc scored for the voice and not for the keyboard. Yet, Poulenc's opera, Dialogues-Des-Carmalites was more than an attraction. What unfolded was fantastic.

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