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Gail Waters

Feminine Devotion

A young woman sits in stillness before a glowing log burner, wrapped in a soft brown shawl and linen dress. Her hands rest gently on her lap, eyes closed in quiet presence. A lit candle and a single rose lie beside her, bathed in warm, amber firelight against a stone wall, evoking sanctuary, sacred embodiment, and the dwelling place within.

A young woman sits in stillness before a glowing log burner, wrapped in a soft brown shawl and linen dress. Her hands rest gently on her lap, eyes closed in quiet presence. A lit candle and a single rose lie beside her, bathed in warm, amber firelight against a stone wall, evoking sanctuary, sacred embodiment, and the dwelling place within.

The Dwelling Place

You are not a seeker, you are a source. A living temple. A field of truth, pleasure, and arrival. This is the place where love gathers: your body.

Apr 122 min read

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