illiade
I want to reach out, but I can't. I want to wipe your tears, but I can't.
Why is it that you are within arm's reach,
but reaching you is impossible?
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It's a quiet house in a quiet town, on the outskirts of the city. Almost disconnected from modern society, the house is inhabited by three. Not a family, but farther, not individuals, but close. Francis is the young man in this household looking for something, but with no direction. Follow Francis, who tries to find the distinction between love of his family and a girl, and the distinction between protecting and imprisoning.
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