Jerusalem Bay Track

I continue to visit nude beaches when I can. Mostly when I have a rostered day off from work, which is usually every second Friday. I get out into the bush close to home as often as I can. I sometimes sit and pray out there. It’s so peaceful and being nude seems to really relax and recharge me. Recently (2013), I went back to the bush area where many a prayer and spiritual lesson preparation have been done over the years. It immediately sparked my giving of thanks to God. I was treated to seeing Black Cockatoos there, quite an intimate experience with rarely seen large birds so close to suburbia. I have seen Lyre birds there in the past. It is a wild and special place. I'm always nude in that area as nobody goes there. My own secret valley. I have to clear things up a bit as it is becoming overgrown again. It is almost 3 years since that was our extended backyard.

On occasion I go for long hikes in a national park. The last national park hike I did was actually in winter not so long ago. It was a weekday and the weather was supposed to clear and warm up, but the whole morning remained cloudy and cool and even rained a bit. I anticipated that it may turn around so I headed for the national park after 1:00 pm. By the time I got onto the trail it was starting to improve. The clouds had gone and the sun was shining and the temperature climbed. This is a major walking track which is very popular on the weekends. My plan was to go down to the water to where a house once stood on a point overlooking the water. It was demolished years ago. I had studied the area with Google Maps and found an old fire trail leading up the ridge from the point which must have become disused after the freeway was built. The freeway effectively cut it off as an access to the point.

I started down the track and noticed that after the recent rain, there were no fresh tracks. When I had almost completed the 40 minute walk to the point I decided to take a chance and get out of my shorts and put them in my pack with my tee shirt, which had been put there halfway down the main track. When I reached the point, I explored part of the water’s edge that I hadn't seen on previous hikes. I have skinny dipped around the other side of the point in summer. Then I started up from the house site. About a hundred and fifty metres up the narrow trail I came out onto the fire trail. I was surprised by something I hadn't expected. There were 4WD tracks probably up to a week old. "How can that be?" I thought. "Wasn't it unreachable?" Then I figured that there must be a way onto it from the freeway. It was a steep challenge for most of the way, though it became less steep the farther I went. My calf muscles complained and tightened up quite a bit and I stopped and shook my legs and stretched a little bit a couple of times. It was great exercise and the sun was shining giving its warmth and even the breeze felt good.

I had the jump on everybody. No one was walking this area today. The cool weather of the morning had made them all stay at home. I picnicked overlooking the freeway. If only they knew that a nude person was sitting above them. I started on the return journey keeping in mind that I had to get back in time to pick up my wife from work. When I left the fire trail to go down to the point I decided to stay in uniform. When I turned at the point to head for home I decided that I would chance it for as long as I could. I ended up enjoying the track all to myself all the way back to the trail head. Then reluctantly I got dressed. Wow what a walk! I told my wife about the fire trail. She had walked to the point with me many times and was keen to see this steep track. So the next morning (Saturday) off we went. The weather was good. She won't allow me to walk nude while she is with me, but I get my top off pretty quickly on most of our walks. It was a great hike as we retraced the way I had gone. And talk about crowded. We passed lots of people on the main track. We had the fire trail to ourselves though. Whenever we had pee stops I would drop my shorts to my ankles and reluctantly pull them up afterwards. She knows how much I love being nude. She set a cracking pace up the hill. I found that my muscles coped a little better this time around. I often take her on tracks that I have done beforehand while nude. I guess I'm the nude explorer.

Last weekend we covered a set of mountain bike trails that I had done on a weekday nude. She knows I like to walk nude in the bush, but I think she would be surprised at how much ground I've covered while nude. She doesn't want to know any details, basically.

Last summer my wife and I went for a bushwalk (hike) in a national park just north of Sydney. The track ended up at a beach with a bit of a climb down. There was a boat anchored there with people sitting around eating but nobody on the beach. We decided to continue to the next beach. When we got there a couple was the only ones there. We decided to go down onto the beach and see what happens. I think the couple wanted to have the beach all to themselves. We went to the other end and sat and had our snacks and drink. They soon left and we were all alone. I peeled everything off and my wife got down to her panties. We went in for a dip. The water felt great. I wanted her to get completely nude to fully experience what I'm always raving about so I convinced her that I would hold her panties while we frolicked in the water. I said, "Doesn't it feel fantastic having water slide all over your body?" She replied that it was no big deal. But I could tell she was enjoying our moment together in the water. We spotted a boat coming towards the beach so she slipped her panties on and we strolled back to our clothes and got dressed. What impressed me was that she was not hurried about it. That's it. She explained that she couldn't face doing it in company and that being totally alone is the only way for us to skinny dip. I'm looking forward to doing it again with the love of my life.

River Island Nature Retreat visit together

In early spring 2007 my wife said, "You haven't had a chance to go to a nudist retreat so far this year. You ought to set something up." So I planned to do something about visiting River Island (RI) on the October long weekend like the year before. The idea I had was that instead of her staying home we could combine the time. Stay in a B&B in Mittagong and I could go to RI on the Sunday for the day. We love getting away together for weekends.

Now to describe how it unfolded. We stayed in a B&B in Mittagong as planned. On Sunday, we drove out to RI but later in the morning than planned. The idea was that if we went early she could go for a hike with me and then leave and pick me up late afternoon (and not have to see naked people). Well she drove in to get a feel for the road and it totally freaked her out. Steep and narrow access right down to the valley. That set her thinking about how in the world was she going to drive up it on her own. Not happy Jan. Then as we got to the bottom a man came walking by who was a smoothy and had quite a pendulous donger. She didn't say anything, but I knew she was unhappy with the situation. "How did I end up in this predicament?" was probably what she was thinking.

She parked the car and we got ready to walk. We passed a nude couple on the way down to the river crossing. The water was cold and the rocky bottom of the river hurt her feet. She was not a happy camper. I was going on about feeling bad about putting her through all this and surprisingly she tried to encourage me. We then got into the hike. I had said that I would stay clothed for her sake so that she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable about being in a different dress code to everybody else. That topic will be covered in my story about our nude beach visit.

The track heads off into the vast acreage of River Island and leads to a zigzag which snakes its way up to the highest part of the place. I had been most of the way up it on a previous visit a year before. The beauty of going where we were going at that time was that no one else was around. They were all on the other side of the river. After the day started to warm up and we got warmed up I asked if I could break my promise and doff the shorts. No objection. Then after 5 minutes she whipped her top off and stuffed it in my backpack. Another few minutes and her bra was in the backpack. I just kept my trap shut and didn't make a big deal out of it. If I push things I know there'll be an argument. She couldn't strip anymore because of the monthly issues anyway. I started to talk about what we were doing and she quickly moved to drop the subject by saying, "Now don't preach to me about it." We went all the way to the top lookout. It took one hour to get there. I wouldn't do that on a hot day. The view was spectacular. We picnicked for a little while and started back down. After the wind came up she put her top back on but no bra. She was surprised that walking topless wasn't at all uncomfortable. She hasn't got big breasts but had always reckoned it would feel uncomfortable with them bouncing around.

As we discussed things along the way she was adamant that she would never go nude in front of other people and that skinny dipping with me was fine.

She could only do the walking she does because she does back exercises and stretching when she comes back from a walk. We have been walking for three years. She had put on a lot of weight (which she has since lost) and when she became type 2 diabetic, the doctor threw the book at her. Her father had died of a heart attack at 54 and her cholesterol was up. Before she started on this self-help exercise our bushwalks wouldn't last long before the back pain became unbearable (say, 20 minutes into it). Now she loves 2 hour walks on the weekend. She loves a challenging climb when we do our walks. That's what attracted her to the RI walk.

I still can't believe I got her out there. When we got back to the camping area I introduced her to a friend, Ray. When she met Ray he had a tee shirt on and had just gotten into his 4WD. So we approached and I introduced her. He was really kind and thoughtful about her being in these circumstances. He said that he was glad he was covered for her sake and said lots of encouraging things. After that I left my wife in the car and went to the pool deck. She insisted that I go and catch up with my friends. I had a quick chat with two couples who are friends just for a quick catch-up. When I got back to the car she was napping. I drove us down to the River Flats area and we went for another walk that goes toward the cascades. Very soon her hip was hurting so we abandoned that walk. It is very difficult with all the rocks. I checked out the river crossing at that location. She dared me to plunge into the river, which I did. Brrrr. Couldn't resist her dare.

I decided to abort the original plans as she was no-way driving up that hill by herself, time was getting on, and she had been a trouper considering it was an environment she didn't feel 100% comfortable with. We headed out, back to Mittagong. I felt that it was worth it having her be there for a little while. Another step in the progress of things.

Nude Beach Visit

Amazing and devastating visit to a nude beach. Let me preface this with a question that my wife once asked, which shows that the wheels are turning over regarding the possibility of her looking into naturism. The question she once asked was about River Island Nature Retreat. She said "Can I wear bikini bottoms there and just be topless if I went?" I answered yes and followed up with examples of wives I had seen there doing exactly that. That question indicated to me that amid her conflicted thoughts about being nude somewhere among other people she was visualizing herself in that position. Kind of like trying it on to see if it fits. "Could I really do this?" These moments when she was actually not opposed to the idea were rare. So one Saturday morning while we were hiking in the bush, as we usually do, her thoughts must have drifted in that direction again because she asked about checking out my favourite nude beach. I wasn't going to let her miss this opportunity so I held her to it. Right then, we were going to go. That was the "Amazing" thing: she asked about going to a nude beach.

When we were back home she started to waver but I held her to what she had said. We wasted no time and got going to the beach. It is about a 40-minute drive away. Now I had put her in a difficult situation. What I didn't count on was all her fears and feelings that I was stomping all over. Also, a clothing optional beach is an uncontrolled environment. You can get well behaved people or not so well behaved. You just don't know how it is going to be. It is not like a club swim night where everyone is well behaved and there are rules. Fortunately, bad behaviour wasn't a problem on this visit. What the BIG problem was is much more subtle: my railroading her into an uncomfortable situation. She was about to be totally out of her depth. I had read all of Sunny's stories. I had read them many times. Didn't I learn anything from them about friends’ feelings? This little misadventure raises the question, "Where and how is the best situation to introduce someone to nudism?" Certainly not the way I was trying to do it. I must admit that some wives have been pushed into it only to end up loving it. My thoughts about this opportunity were centred around these particular first time stories. But I think this make-or-break situation broke and set things back a long way for her. So here's what happened.

On the way there I readied her by telling her about other couples I had seen where the wife would be topless and the husband fully nude. I had seen it a number of times. She owned some bikini bottoms and wore them under her clothes. Due to a medical problem she has she wore a panty liner. We descended the track to the beach and walked down along the grass verge above the sand and there were lots of people using this area. I found us a spot there and we put down towels and sat there with the cliff behind us. Suddenly she was in a panic. She realized she needed to get rid of the panty liner. It might be seen by somebody. All her efforts were now awkward as she struggled to deal with this wardrobe issue. She was probably terrified. Eventually she had it sorted. But now it was time for her to try to fit in with the dress code. There weren't any couples around that had the wife wearing bikini bottoms. There weren't even any middle-aged women around. I used to tell my wife about "all shapes and sizes" that you see in nudism. Suddenly on this one day, the beach had drawn more young, attractive and slender women than I had ever seen there. Why today?! My wife is very style conscious - VERY style conscious. Fitting in is VERY important to her. But here she was, bikini bottoms and T-shirt, when everybody else was totally nude. Where are the "Optional" people?! I tried to encourage her by saying, "All you need to do is take off the top." That was all my expectation. Surely she can summon the courage to just do that. But she was stuck. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. She felt like she stood out like a leper. The only clothed person on the whole beach. "What a loser!" I knew she was thinking.

I realized that we wouldn't be staying long. I hadn't left her side, but I thought that maybe a little longer might help her to take the plunge. I asked if she minded me having a quick swim. She said okay. As I went for that swim she must have felt abandoned. When I got back she pleaded with me, "Can we go home? I stick out like a sore thumb and I hate being the odd one out."

So we walked back to the car and headed home. My hopes of her ever joining me were "devastated". I had just put her through some social torture. Nothing like a bad experience to relate nudism to.

Skinny Dip Together

My wife and I did a part of GNW (Great North Walk) in the vicinity (Brisbane Water National Park). We started at Staples Lookout, down Thomos Loop to the foot track head. Remember, she is not a naturist. When we got down towards the creek there we could hear the falls as we approached. It was a fantastic cascade and the pool was deep enough to dive into. I had commented to her at the track head that it was a virgin track with no fresh tracks after the rain and lots of spider webs.

On arrival at the falls she immediately said "Let's go skinny dipping." I slipped off the shorts (2 seconds), waited for her to get all off (quite a bit longer): bra's panties etc., etc. I went in first and found it quite bracing. She was egging me on to "just dive in". Got up to waist and stood there waiting for her to be ready to get in with me. She started in and got to where I was. She was breathing really quickly and complaining, almost hyper-ventilating. She aborted and got back out. I chickened out too. Besides, some insect decided to bite me at water level.

She asked if I was proud of her getting her kit off outdoors to which I replied with great encouragement.

We re-dressed and continued on the walk and enjoyed about 2.5 hours all up there and back. I was wishing I could have kept my shorts off during the walk but suggesting that would have started an argument.

Various Bushwalking Stories etc.

New Zealand

We just got back from New Zealand last weekend after doing the family (in-laws) Christmas thing 2007. Did the Queen Charlotte Track on the South Island with my wife and her sister. Early mornings I did parts of it nude. That was on three occasions. They were quite extensive walks. I also went for a midday skinny dip.

When I first arrived in NZ I nude hiked over great big sand hills on the west coast of North Island near Foxton one morning and up a couple of valley trails near Palmerston North at dusk and early morning.

Up in the Bay of Plenty I spent some time on Papamoa beach in the nude section. It was a pleasant time. The water temperature was quite nice. I wandered around collecting shells as locals walked their dogs along past the nude section. Most of the nudists were up on the edge of the dunes and would come down for a swim and then go back to semi-hiding. I exchanged greetings and had short friendly conversations with some of the non-nudists as they passed by along the beach. I felt that it was important to make this lifestyle choice respectable by my friendly and positive attitude.

One morning I did a big hike across a farm to a track that runs along a ridge. The views over the bay from the farm were great. I could see for miles including seeing farm houses. If anyone saw me they would have had to have a good telescope to figure out my dress mode.

I got sprung early on 1st January on a track on the North Island. I'd walked uphill from the trail head for 20 minutes and turned around. I wanted to get all the way back to where the track passes under a major road bridge before getting dressed, which is pretty close to the carpark beside the road. I had gone most of the way. This guy was coming uphill with his head down until the last moment. There was no time to react. Stumbling around trying to pull on shorts in a hurry would only make things worse. I just held my backpack in front of me to make his shock a little less impacting. I cheerily said "Morning" which he replied to and I kept on going. I don't know what happened afterwards but he did have a surprised look when he looked up and saw a little backpack surrounded by bare skin. I have a small backpack just big enough for water and shorts and T-shirt. I was sure nobody would be up and about early after New Year’s Eve, but I can always be wrong.

Bantry Bay - Sydney

The walk I did at Bantry Bay was part of the Harbour to Hawkesbury Track. Starting at Seaforth Oval on Wakehurst Parkway. I stayed dressed all the way down to the picnic area and started along the track nude from there on. I walked for only a few minutes though. It started to get really muddy and I had no idea whether it lead out into the open where all the people on boats that were moored there could see. So I started back with the idea of hiking uphill nude back to the car. I sat down and had a drink and all of a sudden a woman was coming my way from the oval side. I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would be here," and pulled the backpack near to partially cover myself. She took it that I was embarrassed and said, "Don't worry; I won't take a peek," and walked on past. She wasn't perturbed at all and was trying to reassure me. I wanted to sing out and tell her that I was only concerned about upsetting her, but I just watched her disappear into the bush. I started up the track but was a little concerned that there may be more people. It was quite a warm afternoon and I thought that would put people off bushwalking. I walked about half way and stopped at the top of a waterfall where you can go around to a hidden part. Sat and relaxed a bit. Then I got dressed for the rest of the hike to the car. Didn't want to push my luck. The feelings of carefree boldness come and go. I remember feeling bolder in New Zealand when sprung on New Year’s Day. I have read a few times about how nudity is more accepted in New Zealand and that is the reason I feel bolder there.

Appletree Bay

It had been raining and the rain had helped keep people off the hiking trails. The rain is also helpful in allowing me to figure out if anyone is out there on the track. A virgin track I call it when all footprints are washed away and the spider webs are intact. It's amazing how these simple signs can help. The downside to that is that I have often gotten quite a bit of spider web on myself. Good thing I'm not easily spooked about spiders.

Last week I went on part of the "closed" track from Appletree Bay towards Berowra along the water’s edge. There were hardly any boats going by to worry about. I saw some footprints and decided that they must be quite a way in front of me, so I just had to keep my eyes open. When I eventually saw them they were across the other side of an inlet.

I couldn't continue without them seeing me and I had run out of time so I did the return walk feeling pretty confident that I was alone. Occasionally I had to cover up for a boat or two coming past. It was great to walk a track that I know is usually impossible to do nude. The weather had kept both the walkers and the boat people away, and the track closed sign helped give added security.

Sermon Preparation

It was early May and I needed to get a sermon ready for Sunday. My wife had been stuck on the lounge with a bad back. The television program she was watching was loud and distracting. I had a skeleton outline for the sermon and just needed to put it all together. Nowhere in the house seemed quiet. So! Great idea. Go bush and get nude. I went down the track and got into the thicker "trackless" area. I have made my own tracks there. Stripped off and continued on down to the big flat rock area. I really enjoyed my time there and the inspiration flowed for putting it all together in no time. I decided to pray and had a really great prayer time.

Holidays Together

I just wanted to share a little about how things are going with my wife. One of her issues is me not spilling the beans about my nudism to any of our church fellowship. Our good long-time friends (20+ years) are included in that. We were telling them about a place we discovered where we want to stay for a short holiday when the weather is warmer. Let me explain the background here before I continue with that.

We were shown this place while we were traveling the weekend before last. The lady showing us the one room B&B said that the pool (which was tucked away on the 20 acre property) would be for our exclusive use when we stay there. On seeing how secluded it would be I said to my wife in front of the lady "And we wouldn't need our bathing suits either!" My wife quickly scolded me in her embarrassment for bringing that up. But then the lady quickly piped up about how she often swims nude there when they don't have any guests staying.

Now back to us describing this place to our church friends. I mentioned the pool and all of a sudden my wife enthusiastically said "And we can skinny dip there too." Well pick me up off the floor. Did she say what I thought she said? As far as I know these friends knew nothing about my nudist ways. But now they must wonder about the both of us as to our desire to skinny dip.

So I'm looking forward to going there, and I'm wondering where the conversations will go with our friends. But most of all I see there's hope for my wife and I to start enjoying some nude times together.

Farmstay with friends

Three couples and one single woman who are all in the same fellowship and have known each other for years. Our kids grew up together even. We all went on a holiday to the "Avocado Farm" as it was known to one of the couples who had been there before.

There were two cabins overlooking a large grassed are and then a fenced pool area with palm trees. No other guests but ourselves.

The first morning while we were there Obama was being sworn in as US president. Everyone was caught up with the telecast about it. I wanted to go for a swim. My wife and I had just returned from an exercise walk. I said I couldn't find my swimsuit. That fell on deaf ears. So I had an idea. Time for a skinny dip. I must put in here that the whole secret that I had this other life was bothering me as it involved keeping something from my close spiritual friends. My brothers and sisters in Christ. Many a naturist Christian has the same torment.

So I went down and peeled all off and slipped into the water for a great swim. What next. Given that the subject of skinny dipping had been already announced by my wife some weeks earlier, I felt this was the opportune moment. When I got back to the cabin where all were watching the new American president I announced that I had just been for a skinny dip.

Apparently one of the wives was rather shocked by this at the time. The others took it in their stride. Later that day the women all went into town on a shopping trip. I asked my friend if it would be ok for me to go and have another skinny dip. He said "Go ahead." So I did so. The other friend was otherwise occupied in the other cabin, so he knew nothing of this. After my swim I had opportunity to discuss the topic with my friend. One thing he said during the discussion was "I know you might run around nude at home but I don't think people visiting resorts always have the right motives." That was the last thing we have ever discussed regarding this whole topic. I surprised my other friend by getting changed out in the open once while we were returning from a swim. I just wanted to be able to hang the board shorts on the clothesline before climbing the stairs to the cabin. I just whipped them off and then wrapped a towel around me. He nearly wrenched his neck when I did so. His jaw gaped open and nearly got gravel rash.

Three last stories tied into one which incorporates my wife [C] and her sister [A]

Spain - Our skinny dipping opportunity

We spent a week in Majorca staying at a villa. We were there to celebrate A's birthday. One with a significant round number. A looks pretty good for her age. I love her as if she was my own sister (four brothers, remember). On our last night there all the friends had left and it was C and I staying up late while A and her son and daughter in law went to bed. It was a moonlit night. We had been scheming up this swim all day. Now it was crunch time. C got cold feet and was going to wear her bathing suit after all. We crept downstairs and out to the pool. It was an awesome atmosphere out there. Miss Chicken suddenly emboldened, peeled off the suit and got in. Yeah! We had a blissful swim which was over all too soon. We then got out and dried off with towels by the kitchen door looking across the orchards at the wonderful night. That was 2010.

Nudist Retreat?

My retreat trip. I was getting ready to visit River Island Nature retreat. A was over visiting from New Zealand where she lives. The guest room downstairs has a bathroom that isn't well ventilated but there is a door that opens out to the backyard with views of the bush. I advised A that it would be ok to open that door while she showers to dry off properly and that I always did when I used it. I loved that about showering there. I was about to drive away when I remembered something I had forgotten to take. I dashed out the garage back door and walked past the bathroom door. I was looking straight ahead but in my peripheral vision I saw pink skin. I called back my apologies and we both laughed. I dashed upstairs, got what I needed and popped into the other bathroom for a goodbye kiss from C. She was also drying herself off. I told her about the funny incident with A. Once I was driving away from the house the thought dawned on me. How ironic was it. Here I was going off to be with nude people after just leaving two nude women behind at home. My home temporarily was like its own naturist venue.

Banks Peninsular track skinny dip

A, C and I signed up for a special 4 day hike which is done on private farmlands. It can be done in 2 days by very fit people. The whole hike covers 35 km. It starts and finishes at Akaroa which is in a beautiful bay south of Christchurch New Zealand. The numbers of hikers who are registered is limited so you know everyone by the end of it and you also know where everybody is along the track. On our first day we stayed in huts at 200 m elevation. The next day we all set off. We ascended to 690 metres. Tough going for me having recently put weight back on that I had lost. We would finish this 11 km section of the walk at sea level. There was a lot of downhill steps to take ahead of us. This track is the oldest private track in NZ. It opened in 1989. Anyway, we knew that there was one couple behind us and they must have been way behind. When we looked back down hills we never saw them.

The views are spectacular. About half way down we entered a forested valley with a stream. This had been left in its natural state for the hikers to enjoy. We stopped to rest as I was feeling rather pooped. We decided to eat our lunch and I felt much better after a rest. I decided to set off ahead of the girls in order to doff my shorts and enjoy the bush the way I like to. It was awesome knowing that I didn't have to worry about who was going to be around the next bend. I had a good start on A and C and knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if they saw me. After a few km I came upon a little waterfall and pool. I waited for the others and donned my shorts. When they arrived all hot and sweaty it was unanimous. Time for a dip. I figured that I should set the agenda and dropped shorts shoes and socks. Without a word or complaint A and C lost their clothes and shoes and were soon in the swim in our tiny rock pool. The water was quite cold so we didn't stay in long. We enjoyed it and dried off and redressed to continue on. We never even discussed the incident afterwards. Good memories for me. Another skinny dip for C.

A has been in on conversations before about skinny dipping and at one time shared an embarrassing experience with us. She went for a skinny dip in a river. She left her clothes on the bank just upstream of the cabin she and others were staying in and went out to the middle of the river. It was only about 300 metres from where it entered the sea. There was a strong current or tidal flow that quickly dragged her downstream past all those outside the cabin watching. She somehow managed to get to the river bank and crawled out. Then she had to walk all the way back to her clothes naked. Not a fun experience, but better being alive than drowned she thought.

I managed to get in some other bushwalks clothes free over the next couple of days as I rose early each morning for that.

Fora on the World Wide Web

I participate in a few nudist-related forums on the web discussing issues on nudism, my experiences, encouraging others, and debating the problems associated with illegal activities near nude beaches. Around 2005 I discovered Sunny's site and have read her stories many times over. I found the whole experience life changing. Her attitude and her personal sharing of her feelings and experiences really touched me. That's why I've written this. I know there is no comparison and I don't go into a lot of detail, but my goal is to encourage somebody the way she encouraged me.

~Brad

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