A 9.5-year-old deaf boy, a single mother, and an old lady who loves smoking paints herself red nails. And the man with the inner blue eyes in the heavy leather boots, in the final credits, says The stranger.
The story takes place in a typical winter. In the foggy harbor, there are no posters on the streets, and the windows are replaced by large iron sheets, which are painted red at intervals. Small town, almost only restaurant with fish and chips, monotonous breakfast, only read the same newspaper every day, not even the whiskey has no color.
In the one-fifth of the picture, Emily walked quickly from the left to the right with her head lowered, while a stranger and a little boy stepped on the muddy water on the beach and ran from right to left.
One runs fast, the other runs slowly, as if the two are separated from time and space.
The one who runs fast, is it Emily's episode? Is the slow one the beginning of Emily's growth letter?
Dear, Frankie.
Emily, a single parent, carried everything she could. Take the child away from the rude husband, support the mother, write the child's seemingly crappy story with letters, and continue with another beginning when the story is about to uncover the mystery. Old ladies dodge bullets out of sight, nail polish and wine glasses and those young stories that encourage you to love life. The proprietress of the grocery store, the sailor on the boat, the mermaid playing the violin, the annoying classmate after betting and keeping their promises, not to mention the stranger with deep eyes.
Everyone is the warmest side. Just to maintain the beauty of this Delicate.
We might kiss when we are alone.
When nobody's watching.
Stranger pressed his forehead against Emily before leaving, and it took a long while to leave a shallow kiss.
That man won't come back.
This beauty is too fragile, like the water of the Champion stone that Frankie kicked into his pocket.
Dear Frankie,
Thank you for dreaming with me.
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