The last time my parents came to visit us in England was in 2007. One day, we went to the seaside — to Sandbanks, to be precise — and on the way there we listened to this soundtrack in the car. My mum asked what it was and said that it was the most beautiful music she heard in her life. That means something, no?
So here it is, the most beautiful music she heard in her life.
Just as is the case with The Weeping Meadow, I did not watch the film yet. One day, I keep saying to myself, or one eternity, I’m going to.
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