She spent her days in generous error, enjoying the latitude of grace
and luxuriating in the elongated shade that the tree's form cast.
Every indulgence was lapped up with a forgiving sweetness
and the rest was forgotten with a sense of cleansing.
The scented soaps of her soul, the warm bath waters of life in which she lulled,
and the perfumed candles which glowed hungry flames in the flattering darkness of the bathroom - all this added up to contribute to the broad context in which she erred.