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That night, they built a bonfire. The flames painted orange and gold on bare shoulders, bare backs, bare everything. A woman named Priya played a guitar. Someone sang a woefully off-key version of “Wagon Wheel.” Leo sat between a retired headteacher and a teenage boy who’d come with his parents and spent most of the day building a dam in the creek, completely unbothered by his own gangly adolescence.

The first person he saw was a woman in her forties, kneeling in a flower bed. She was completely nude, wearing only a wide-brimmed straw hat and gardening gloves. Dirt smudged her knees. Her breasts were asymmetrical, her belly had the soft topography of two pregnancies. She looked up, squinted, and smiled. Public nudity- naturism- nudism- only amateurs