A poem a day for the cruelest month,
with links to friends and students making the same mad dash….
Yes it is full-service nude retreat. To go into a subject here might upend the poem, not the goal. Ours was a nude river in Wisconsin and we carried a portable barbecue grill and foodstuffs. We crafted a lady body in sand on our island part of the beach and each time we returned she had eroded a little further and looked ancient. Very fine surprise, a find for vacation.