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Shrouded Meadow. In my Summerween series this soap has a story all its own.
You wake up in an unfamiliar place hazy and struggling to remember what happened. Leaping from your position on the floor bursting through the door of an old farm house your bare feet find a dirt path before you even know you are running. No looking back on and on you run. Mist envelopes you and you can no longer see the house only the shrouded Meadow . No path lay before or behind you. Only the crushed meadow plants under your feet. The smell of them filling the cool misty air. The scent of Lavender and Lemongrass.
With every use this soap will take you to this breathless escape.
Shrouded Meadow. In my Summerween series this soap has a story all its own.
You wake up in an unfamiliar place hazy and struggling to remember what happened. Leaping from your position on the floor bursting through the door of an old farm house your bare feet find a dirt path before you even know you are running. No looking back on and on you run. Mist envelopes you and you can no longer see the house only the shrouded Meadow . No path lay before or behind you. Only the crushed meadow plants under your feet. The smell of them filling the cool misty air. The scent of Lavender and Lemongrass.
With every use this soap will take you to this breathless escape.
