The Great Orme: summit.
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“Pages Four-Four and Four-Five.”
“It’ll have to be Nine.”
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Anpu and my ancestors got offerings of whisky, shisha, incense, and rose oil, with love, as I petitioned for my health, strength, and energy. Nature was kind enough to gift me yesterday with a gardenia blossom for love and purity, and crepe myrtle bark for strength, change, and union. 12 more words