I stepped into this room, this zen-like respite along the airport corridor, and walked slowly around the suspended images.
I found the instructions intriguing. Especially the part about the FREE TOKEN.
I sought out the token, and returned for a few moments of relaxation before boarding the plane for the first, and longest leg, of my journey home.
The ambiance set the tone, but the chair, oh the chair, how I love the chair. The massage....it went on and on...on and on. At least 10-15 minutes. It was a beautiful thing.
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You tease so. I yearn for a massage, but I have NO FREAKING TIME. Sigh. I must just stare at your photos with a small bit of envy . . .
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