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thick fog fell last night veiling the earth. The child opened his innocent
eyes: a white bull appeared miraculously before him in the fog. Young guys
peeked through a small opening of a gate, and with a glimpse of what's inside
a mystic house, they each fancied their own fantasies and were carried away
by their own little dance. Not knowing he was already in front of the door,
an old man was still searching for his home. Such was the dreamy and realistic
world of Federico Fellini in his fantastic and exquisite Amarcord - imagine a peacock flew in from nowhere
flaring out his blue-eyed green feathers in a great snowfall.
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