I drink the edge of the sky
A tall, morning cool glass of ombré sunrise
I taste the fruit of a new day
Sweet, my cup full of pulp free potential
This is perpetual refreshment
For those who wake to take it
No meniscus to worry about
A travel mug of joy
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I am an IT project director, writer, banjo player, and vegan. I am also a mom of 3 children and 3 dogs and permanent plus one to a Dave. Chaos is good. Perfection is overrated. Join me on this adventure!
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