The overpowering orgasm that certain people have when alone in nature.
All summer they are red and pink and white tents of softness and nectar, which wafts and hangs everywhereâa sweetness so palpable and excessive that, before it, I'm struck, I'm taken, I'm conquered, I'm washed into it, as though it was a river, full of dreaming and idlenessâI drop to the sand, I can't move; I am restless no more; I am replete, supine, finished, filled to the last edges with an immobilizing happiness. I think I just had a nature-gasm.
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