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Paula stood in the changing room (there were no walls, just a curtain of beads) for eleven minutes. She peeled off her linen pants. Then her organic cotton top. Then—deep breath—the matching underwear she’d bought specifically because “someone might see it.”

She blew out the candle. She made her wish. Paula stood in the changing room (there were

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.” “Ah,” Sage said, looking at Paula’s anxiety like

Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A Birthday Suit Birthday Story (Part 1) ” Sage said

When she told me she was spending her 39th birthday at a place called “Holy Nature,” I expected a spa. Maybe some lavender-infused yoga. What I did not expect was the sign at the gate: “Leave your armor at the door. Skin is sacred.”