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LIFE OF AN IMAGE CON'T

Leon: Yes, yes regardless if the lioness is raised in captivity, or the wild, she will always be wildlife. I get it, I'll always be it's caretaker. You know how many times I've heard this?

Alester: Not enough my friend, since we fam and all, not enough

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Donatelo: Yeah, you'll have to hear it a whole lot more. Just wait and see. The three friends laugh because they know it's true.

Alester: What about Don? Oh yeah we got a good one on you.

Donatelo: Yeah right, what is it? The time I got stuck in the well?

Leon: Oh yeah, this is a good one. Eh Don, you sure remember it.

Alester: Of course he knows, trust me on that...Once upon a time there was a young woman, this young woman would get her water from the well downtown, that's when a young Donatelo thought he was smooth and confident and determined. It just never would work for him, he did everything.

Leon: Just didn't know that deep down the young woman had grown fond of the young lad. It weighed on her to know that this young man's heart would never be corresponded. Her standings were extremely complicated to simply try to explain. If she did attempt it, it would only ignite this young man's fire further more.

Alester: Donatelo recited a quote, the reading is from the 14th century by Hafiz, "Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few humans or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft. My voice so tender. My need of God absolutely clear."

Leon: The young miss looked at herself in the mirror and felt a heartache at the thoughts if her parents found out she was dabbling with the maids clothes and affairs outside the house she would be in trouble. She asked herself, what does this lad see in me? I'm past the age of marriage...wonder grew in her mind as to how this would ever work out. It wouldn't. Her destiny had already been chosen by her ancestors. She had been spoken for and it was final. Both her sisters hand't brought a boy. So now it was her duty to do so. She walked across her room so elegantly decorated with all the wonders of the world she had chosen. Opened the delicately slim door to her balcony and walked on out. Looking out at the green pastures that surrounded her fortress, she wondered, and knew there was one solution to her problem. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to take in the scent of freshly bloomed lavender and lilacs in the garden below.

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