Lying on the massage table, I feel like an indolent Roman senator - oils are rubbed into my skin - I lose all track of time -
I was told off for falling asleep during one treatment - warm oil is directed, left to right, across your forehead - it is like being stroked by invisible tender fingers -
Empires crumble whilst you lie there, marvelling at the images you see in your waking dreams -
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