by monoursblanc
, We do not learn the face of our exhibitor woodcutter until he takes half a second to sink in the great spy. Throughout the morning, he walks aimlessly at home in the trees, as it is out of responsibility. His skill is messy, but it continues on a plain have in mind and the emanation of contentment. The camera glides as it needs to while maintaining a diplomatic rigidity, or diving in isolation, nor too closely with the duration of vacuum. As the viewer I am sitting under a tree and modulate speechlessly watch the lumberjack profession goes by, however. Unconsciously, I walk her movements.It is a simple act of investigation, which is the stimulation after a beating heart massage senses. The logger seems neither unusual nor talent. There is nothing interesting to observe selectively alternately a substitute for the plot comes from the fact that his life is not mine. He smokes, he eats, he drinks, he listens, even distribution, but it is not part of any spirit of camaraderie that I remember....
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