Henry was seventy if he was a day, with a magnificent gray beard and a belly like a beach ball. He was walking toward the lake, completely nude, whistling off-key. He had a patch of psoriasis on his left shoulder and a long, faded scar down his right shin. He caught her eye, nodded once, and said, "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"You’ve spent years trying to exist outside your body," Dr. Varma said gently. "You analyze it. You hide it. What if you tried just… inhabiting it for a day? Without the armor of clothes, or the armor of judgment?" Purenudism Nudist Foto Collection. Part 1
Elara nodded. "It really is."