I am currently watching The Secret Garden. The memories of seeing this film as a child have shaped so much of my adult perceptions of romance and beauty, and watching it now has begun the process of corroding my long-standing creative block. I was stuck with thinking that beauty for beauty's sake was frivolous, but something so simple can be so comforting and have substance far beyond my original expectations. I always identified with Mary, planting lily bulbs in collared dresses, when really I am Colin, blooming far later, learning to walk and be independent from his illnesses and isolation.
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