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It’s just me and the flutter of birds overhead, plus the gentle bubbling of a nearby stream. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” * * * This is one of the best parts of the day-the quiet, early mornings at the beauty spots, before the crowds of tourists arrive.
Grab a battered music magazine I found on a park bench. The forest is empty, quiet, and only birds cry out as my tanned skin comes into view. Digging out my string bikini, it takes just a couple of seconds for me to glance around and shimmy it on. Am I going insane? I brush the question off, tugging the door open again and dragging my satchel of clothes closer.
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