Seeing Timidia In a New Way
"I go to Burning Man every year," Timidia told us.
My husband and I nearly spit out our coffee.
She was an accountant, unassuming, dumpy.
She wore shirts with plastic pen protectors.
Timidia attended Burning Man!
What?
In those clothes? I asked her.
She shook her head, no. "In no clothes at all"
I now picture her in a whole new way.
Wishing that she weighed a teensy bit less.
I go too, her Bohemian husband said.
He has hair down to his hoo-hah. No surprise here.
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