View from the shore in my back yard. (Photo: Amy Hasbrouck)
As the snow falls gently outside my window this morning, I’m thinking of warmer, sunnier days . . .
My happiest times as a naturist are when I am strolling along a clothing-optional beach or sitting/lying by the lake outside my home, feeling the sun’s rays and the summer breeze caress my body.
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