oh wow this is quiet in the way that knows it doesn’t need to raise its voice. I love how you frame Christmas as a space, not a mood~ that alone made me pause. everything here feels like it’s standing very still and letting the truth walk up on its own. Molly Grue especially… “a wound that glows” is such a perfect way to say loving something too late. and that ending image, the old color under layers of paint? yeah. that stayed with me. this isn’t explaining the film… it’s sitting beside it and breathing. really beautiful.