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Although the clouded storm dismays
Many a heart upon these waters,
The thought of that far golden blaze
Giveth me heart upon the waters,
Thinking thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread;
No tempest maketh me afraid.

Thought:

“Above all, what I’m looking for — I don’t claim to have achieved it — but I’m trying to speak cinema in a language all its own.”

Robert Bresson

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