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Bell 2022-04-22 07:01:21
Believe in yourself again.
Today I watched a movie recommended by an idol. The English name is "wild", and the Chinese translation of the Taiwan version is called "At that time, I only have the bravery left". Compared with the mainland version of the translated title "Into the Wilderness", I have to sincerely admire the...
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Arnulfo 2021-12-01 08:01:26
Still no solution
The whole film should be saying that all the pains are like the long and difficult roads that have been traveled. After all, all the people and things that should be put down in your heart are like the things in your stomach that make you uncomfortable. Just vomit it out. NS.
But the...
Andrew Saunderson
Andrew Saunderson, actor, participated in the movie "Dabbling into the Wilderness".
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Performing Experience
Participated in the movie "Dabbling in the Wilderness".
Acting as the editor of the movie "Joe's Violin".
Extended Reading
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Cheryl: [voiceover] What if I forgive myself? What if I was sorry? But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if I wanted to sleep with every single one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if all those things I did were the things that got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?
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[last lines]
Cheryl: [voiceover] It took me years to be the woman my mother raised. It took me 4 years, 7 months and 3 days to do it, without her. After I lost myself in the wilderness of my grief, I found my own way out of the woods.
[pause]
Cheryl: And I didn't even know where I was going until I got there, on the last day of my hike. Thankyou, I thought over and over again, for everything the trail had taught me and everything I couldn't yet know.
[pause]
Cheryl: Now in 4 years, I'd cross this very bridge. I'll marry a man in a spot almost visible from where I was standing. Now in 9 years, that man and I would have a son named Carver and a year later, a daughter named after my mother, Bobbi. I knew only that I didn't need to eat with my bare hands anymore. That seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water would be enough, that it was everything. My life, like all lives, mysterious, irrevocable, sacred, so very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be?
