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Keara opened the keepsake box she kept in her dresser. Letters from Ohdonna. Shoestrings. A bottle cap with the words “effervescent formula” on it. That is what the whole experience had been for her, the effervescent rising of her sensual capacity, the formula - privacy, time, resplendent nature - for great sex.

She and Ohdonna had kept their Creek Guardian club going for the entire year. They learned all about flow and feeling. They even pretended to be creatures of the creek, modeling their lovemaking one day after frogs and another after fish and sometimes pretending they knew how turtles would do it or crayfish or snails. This way, they told themselves, their club would be legitimate and their relationship would never become boring.

After thoroughly exploring creek critter sexuality, they became even more interested in biology and the environment. Ohdonna is now the head of the Coral Reef Restoration Society. They still chat and send photos online, but it is not the same as laying in the creek together.

In their second year, they knew more about creek life and girl life and kept sharing their latest information with each other. Eventually, they each discovered a growing interest in the males of their species. This, too, they shared. Yet, it could never be the same as that wonderful year of innocent explorations.

As Keara lay down by Roan, she wished that they could have all the loves they ever had, hold everyone dear, welcome all the kinds of sexuality that life had to offer. But, they were cautious now, having been through other relationships where emotions, as Roan said, got sticky. After Ohdonna got her job protecting the coral reef, Keara involved herself in numerous sexual liaisons. Some pleasant, some not.

She had tasted the nectar. Not everyone offered it. She would wait. She had learned that sexual love is a gift, not a practice. It has its own life, its own vitality. She spent the next nineteen years learning this. Doing yoga reminded her of Thursday afternoons with Ohdonna. The Fish pose. The Heron. The Bridge. And one called, camatkarasana, the Wild Thing, described as “the ecstatic unfolding of the enraptured heart.” She became determined to become limber and balanced enough to try this one for sure. That’s when she met Roan. He was teaching a class during the one time she was free.