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San José, Costa Rica

The dark night of the soul Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead Oh night thou was my guide oh night more loving than the rising sun Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one transforming each of them into the other. St. John of the Cross /Loreena McKennit