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Elara smiled. She thought of Celia, who had since moved to a hospice by the sea. She thought of the wind, the sun, the weightless cold water. She thought of her own body—forty-three, soft, scarred, asymmetrical, perfect in its imperfection.

She called Marcus from the car.

“I don’t know,” Elara admitted. “I feel... transparent. Like everyone can see everything.” Purenudism Videos Pool 13

“First time?” she asked.

The ocean kept waving. The sun kept warming. And somewhere, a woman with polio and a straw hat was laughing, her body finally just weather, finally just home. Elara smiled