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monday afternoon

monday afternoon: gregorian chants from a circular speaker prayerfully washes the cove of the bedroom. a slice of golden light bounces beneath the reverently closed door. i close my eyes – the music becomes a rippling stream of vibrating clear water – rushing over a bed of deep blue river stones, caught in twinkling sunlight. i imagine that i am surrounded by lemon trees & birds of paradise. Refreshed, i quietly crawl out of the soft mattress watching the blanket of purest january snow on sleeping grass. a taste of heaven.

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