Shedding Clothes & Expectations: Skinny-Dipping Under a Full Moon

When the social rules become too binding

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What is it about a full moon that makes me want to take off my clothes and race towards the nearest water?

Is it something primal? Animalistic? Is there a water nymph way back in my family tree or something even wilder than that?