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The Empyrean... Where you wake up to the song of white-cheeked barbets. Where every drop of rain is harvested with a prayer. Where a blade of grass is still weighed down by the lady bug bathed in morning mist. Where you go fishing in the nearby lake with the white-throated kingfisher. Where red-headed merlins hunt in pairs as you take an afternoon dip.
The Empyrean... Where you go for a morning walk with an exotic butterfly. Where you’ll find a smiling flower whichever way you turn. Where there is simply enough oxygen for your tired mind, body and soul…
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