As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, Jonas Mekas (2000)
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“I wish I could create a symphony from the sound of waves, from the secret whispering of a pristine forest, from the twinkling of stars, from our songs and my great nostalgia.”
— M.K. Ciurlionis’ letters to Sofia, Saint Petersburg, 1908.
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