Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
Boccherini and Russel Crowe
One of my favourite composers in one of my favourite films played by one of my favourite hunky alpha-male actors.
Time for a short bracing shot of unabashed masculinity, I thought.
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Thank you! I needed that!
ReplyDeleteThe music and the ship make for a magical scene.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting it!