I BLINK, sweat pours down as steam rises. The hot STONE-lined SAUNA feels like torture. It’s a converted ancient hut, turned into a featured attraction at this resort. Weirdly enough, I am aware of its history, where centuries ago, criminals SWUNG from trees nearby, and the hut supposedly housed the local wise man. Such odd juxtapositions add to my feeling uneasy about this whole thing. I am starting to regret having accepted Anne’s invitation for this weekend.

Georg’ann

This kid has HEART
Marvel at her sturdy BUILD
Physically in the literal sense, muscles
More significantly in the metaphysical
A being so astute, tender and strong
With SPUNK she SWUNG directly
into all of our hearts

Heather