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The Garden of the Plynck and The Secret Garden are two beautiful stories about inner life and soul transformations. There's something about gardens—real or imaginary—that profoundly changes people's minds.
Flowers, in particular, seem to react to your very being. Treat them well, and they grow and bloom with astonishing grace. Neglect them, and they simply wither and die. They offer quick, undeniable feedback, allowing you to adjust your behavior and, in turn, your inner world.

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Marcelo said…
My last work on Translation Theory at university was about The Secret Garden, one of my favorite books, one of my favorite movies...
By the way, I've discovered Monty Python in January and I found it so grat that I watched The Holy Grail twice and The Meaning of Life 4 times! And believe me, I hardly ever watch movies, but I needed some answers about life :)
Have you ever watched the original Pink Panther? (it seems to me it's British...) It's really good!
February 13, 2010 at 10:34 AM
Fata said…
I've seen Pink Panther as a little girl, but I think I would love it now also. So you do like goodies, don't you?
March 2, 2010 at 11:57 AM
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