On a cliff at dawn in punk hippie, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with punk hippie,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “punk hippie, punk hippie, punk hippie!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “punk hippie” bliss.