#48

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The story is told of a woman who finds herself in a glorious garden—orchard of unsurpassed beauty and luxury.

Each perfect day is spent indulging in pleasure. Godlike, she wants for nothing.

And then, on one more glorious evening, she ventures to the crystal lake of sweet ambrosia which nourishes her and, as she dips in to drink, her eyes are opened to the hideous truth behind the illusion of existence.

And she realizes that she is a monstrous, parasitical insect.

The heavenly garden is simply the skin of her unsuspecting host, the lake of heaven no more than the bloodstream upon which she battens and feeds.

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