"Myrrh amber cardamon air, soft light, ancient rhythms winding, strings vibrating...
chilled glasses , thirsty mouths... a vision before me...
primal fire hovering... suspension is delicious delay...
pleasure unwinding... fully richly sweetly... undressing us...
pure raw essence...
now touching...
dissolving
into
the Light
and
Beauty
of
Communion."
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