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(rustling)
- (young George gasps) - (thuds)
- (rain falling) (tarp rustling) (young George sighs) George: I was 9 years old
- (young George gasps) - (thuds)
- (rain falling) (tarp rustling) (young George sighs) George: I was 9 years old
Full Transcript
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- (rustling)
- (young George gasps)
00:00:02.096 --> 00:00:04.799
- (thuds)
- (rain falling)
00:00:04.088 --> 00:00:06.599
(tarp rustling)
00:00:06.068 --> 00:00:07.959
(young George sighs)
00:00:08.999 --> 00:00:09.759
George: I was 9 years old.
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Movie Summary
Irene Taylor crafts a poetic meditation on nature, mortality, and the passage of time in her exploration of our symbiotic nexus with trees.