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Scene 33: Tasha’s Song

Ext. Lithia Park Fairy Ponds. Day.

Tasha lies by a pond. Nearby a harpist is playing.

Tasha:
(singing V.O.)
A gentle Soul,
A gentle sleep.
Blessed Harp,
Harmony did it keep.
A gentle touch,
On strings so soft.
A soothing breeze,
In which the Soul did wash.
Peaceful sound,
Of endless occurrence.
A calming voice,
With total assurance.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Beneath blue skies,
The sun did keep.
And as the light darkens to dusk,
A fairy hovers by,
And sprinkles me with magic dust.

Leo

Slim

6' 4 (1.93 m)

Hazel

Caucasian

Single

No

Yes

Smile

Visible Tattoo

Black

Cat

Yes

College Degree

Self-employed

Art / Music / Literature

Filmmaker

$30,000USD To $44,999USD

With Roomate(s)

All Is Calm

Yes - Pipe

Yes - One Or Two

Outcast

Reserved, Shy, Observant, Anti-social, Friendly, Comedic, Fire Starter, Dark, Strange

Reading, Music, Movies, Internet, Dancing, Religion / Spirituality, Camping

Staying At Home, The Movies, Relaxing, Sleeping

Fun

Living

Friendly, Troublemaker, Cool, Obscure, Goofy, I Don't Have Any Friends

Spiritual But Not Religious

Never

Anarchist

To fall in love

Campy, Clever, Dry / Sarcastic, Friendly, Goofy, Obscure, Slapstick, Raunchy, Sadistic

Documentaries, Dramas, Movies, Sports

Science Fiction, Romance, Drama, Documentary, Family, Adult

Rock, Metal, Electronic, Pop, Blues, Industrial, New age, Ambient

Ancient, Auto-biography, Biography, Classic, Fantasy, Fiction, Humor, Nature, Philosophy, Reference, Poetry, Religious, Science Fiction, I'm An Author

Fun!

Good Looks, Empathy, Sensitivity, Oddities, Passiveness

My life pours out like a thousand strands of seaweed.
Each one swaying to the rhythms of the ocean.
Taking me on tide pool journeys of bittersweet memories and seductive salt water tears.

I am the land
And the ocean is the realm of each woman I have loved.
Our meeting places: estuaries of creation, shores of intoxication and archipelagoes of desire.

Sometimes we are set upon by hurricanes, earthquakes or tsunamis.
And argue for endless miles.
And sometimes we float like lotuses on the Ganges,
The water breathing stillness into our hearts.

But whether calamity or humility,
We are still earth and water, woman and man.
Swaying back and forth like seaweed,
Our roots entwining ourselves with the shell of creation.

Internet Buddy, Friend, Date, Intimate, Committed