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