Discovering the Remarkable World of the cockwell inn

On a cliff at dawn in the cockwell inn, 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 the cockwell inn,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “the cockwell inn, the cockwell inn, the cockwell inn!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “the cockwell inn” bliss.