Dream Flyers and Bathroom Singers

by Tara Patwardhan

Short Film
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In my dreams I fly, I fly above hill tops, sweeping past grazing cattle and shepherds. I fly atop city sky lines and by lanes, watching hookers walk up to cars and drunken teenagers vomit into bins. I fly over water bodies, the ocean air whizzing through my hair. I've ridden on clouds, and felt rain so new and unpolluted, you'd believe in the power of creation all over again. I've dipped, swerved, plunged and spun - round and round, until gravity no longer existed. I've kissed the thighs of night, her enigmatic limbs - sinewy and never ending. She welcomed me as she did the owls; she showed me the secret world of the sky.

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