PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE 2019 — dir. Céline Sciamma
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PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE 2019 — dir. Céline Sciamma
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Cecile.
In an airplane crash.
I learned then what grief was.
True grief.
How it moves through the body.
How it inhabits it.
How it becomes part of your skin.
Your cells.
And it makes a home there.
A permanent home.
But you learn to live with it.
And you will be happy again.
Though never in the same way as before, but...
But that's the point. Hmm?
To keep finding... new ways."
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