sun. sand. naked people everywhere you look.

skin; firm, floppy, flabby, toned, often disconcertingly tan.

cottonwood trees and river waves and unrelenting music,

body parts oddly pieced; that one image stuck in your mind like sour milk

on-lookers and old men, bare-breasted women wearing sunhats, the game of naked volleyball that never rests.

the world has gone full-monty, some to spectate some to worship, some to soak in the sun.

the nude beach is an eclectic bag of marbles,

what color are you?

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