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Swamp (#12640)

Description:
You witness the beatific glory of this Holy Place. A large dead tree stands over a humble hut beneath. You kneel at a small mud grotto and read a note left by a prior disciple: Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone, There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.The breeze blew from the turret As I parted his locks; With his gentle hand he wounded my neck And caused all my senses to be suspended. I remained, lost in oblivion;My face I reclined on the Beloved. All ceased and I abandoned myself, Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilypads
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