A bath lit by flame. Candles whisper at the edges of the water. And a singer whose song arises from the caves of the earth rising up through the steam.
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[A host of candles. Tealights placed around the edge of the bath. Lisa Gerrard's The Silver Tree (scroll down to find it).]
A River
of Stones
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Descriptive, sensual, sonorous stoner!
ReplyDeleteThanks, *the most enjoyable* bath I've had in a long time, and I must remember to get out the candles more often!
ReplyDeleteI'm still trying to figure out which blog is your most often written in one... I do love your notes when you drop by.