The slowest, most deliberate Lomi Lomi, Swedish and NMT strokes put me in a place between awake and asleep, satisfied.
In a hale over Hulopoe Bay, the waves and birds orchestrated.
I’ve no doubt that the Four Seasons massage therapist would have rearranged nature’s sounds to my liking, if I wished, but this music was sweet and her gifted hands were heaven on Lana’i.
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