Among the seas of olive trees, And in the scents of flowery sweet. Elegantly dressed a woman sat, From her eyes tears gently seeped. She wore a mask of sadness, Hiding her naturally glowing face. Fearing ever to show it again, In such a cold and horrid place. Though where she was wasn’t cold, Nor could any call it horrid at that. She was living in the hills of Italy, In a small town not seen on any map. The town of which she lived in, Was that not like any other. The people living there were nudists, No part of them did they ever cover. She walked about town clothed, Believing nude living was wrong. Even though she got sour looks, Upon her belief she was strong. Before she was a nudist as a baby, And she grew this way to be a little girl. But at the age of seven a family came, And changed her view on the world. She was taught by them that the body, Was a majestic thing at that; Humans were a clothed species,
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