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![]() I was greeted at the door and immediately taken to the Quiet Room, a cozy lavender-scented nook with cushioned armchairs. My body surrendered into the fluffy pillows, and I almost fell asleep. Before I knew it, I was being led to my massage. Stephanie, my massage therapist, concocted a lavender-scented massage oil that she blended specifically for my needs. She moved from limb to limb, and I could feel the tightness of my muscles relax as she worked her magic. The soft sounds of ocean waves and swirling wind lulled me into a delightful rapture that I would have been more than happy to stay in. It felt like my body had melted right into the table. As the hour-long massage came to an end and I was beckoned to the next room, I longed for a rewind button. There wasn’t one, of course. And that was OK, because my treatment was just beginning. |
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