“Where Fireflies Dance”
An indie production of a romantic drama with a country-western feel meant to explore lost love.
Fireworks (2017)
A woman and a man, living in a trailer, are sitting at each side of their dinner table. The woman is glaring at the man, but the man seems completely remote. The woman runs out of their trailer and starts to wander around the forest.
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A woman and a man, living in a trailer, are sitting at each side of their dinner table. The woman is glaring at the man, but the man seems completely remote. The woman runs out of their trailer and starts to wander around the forest.
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Genre:Drama, Romance
Written By:Arom Choi
In Theaters:3/2/2017
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Runtime:8 minutes
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