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At 3:47 AM, she woke to the sound of an owl. The fire had dimmed to embers. A sliver of moon hung above. And for the first time in her life, Paula touched her own arm—just her forearm—not to scratch an itch or brush away a bug, but to feel herself. Warm. Alive. Enough.

Sage recited, echoing the group’s first tenet. “It is the first holy land we walk upon.” At 3:47 AM, she woke to the sound of an owl

That night, Paula slept on the wool blanket she had packed, curled between the roots of a grandmother redwood. The other nudists slept around her, skin to soil, breath to breeze. No one snored judgment. No one reached for a phone. At 3:47 AM