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A crisp salt-tinged breeze sweeps in and sets palm fronds gently swaying.
Waves crash on the beach of the perimeter of the isle, their rhythmic sound
soothing all who dwell here.  A stream meanders along the edge of the
clearing, it's crystal waters tumbling over rock formations.  Its final
destination is a deep pool at the far western end of the area.  Built of
bits of dried driftwood, seashells and sweet smelling flowers, a small altar
stands before the water with a single jasmine-scented flower atop it.  A
dense forest of palm trees frames this clearing, providing privacy for all
ceremonies held here.  
     An altar made of driftwood holds a single white candle.