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Sage didn’t laugh. She just pointed to a wicker basket labeled “Modesty: Please check here.”

Paula cried. Just a little. A single tear that rolled down her cheek, past her collarbone, and disappeared into the sacred, naked earth. Sage didn’t laugh

There are two kinds of fortieth-birthday-eve crises. The first involves buying a red sports car you can’t afford. The second involves taking off everything you can afford—your clothes, your baggage, your ego—and standing barefoot in the moss. A single tear that rolled down her cheek,

Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A Birthday Suit Birthday Story (Part 1) The second involves taking off everything you can

The founder, a woman named Sage with silver dreadlocks and the posture of a redwood tree, greeted her at the welcome yurt. “Ah,” Sage said, looking at Paula’s anxiety like it was a familiar houseplant. “Newborn.”