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Mountain sunrises burst over mountain tops. Suburb sunrises slowly rise over rooftops. Illumination for the masses. Sweet morning kisses from a 4 year old. Soft sighs as she snuggles deeper into my arms. "Yesa, I can make my own cereal." The 7 year old is trying to find green clothing Were matching to the aquarium today. The suburbs and the wilds have similar morning noises. Crickets still awake, singing their song. But anytime I have a cuddly sleepy baby in my arms and a headstrong mini fashionista in my room Is the best.
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
Sunrise over Marietta
Mountain sunrises burst over mountain tops. Suburb sunrises slowly rise over rooftops. Illumination for the masses. Sweet morning kisses from a 4 year old. Soft sighs as she snuggles deeper into my arms. "Yesa, I can make my own cereal." The 7 year old is trying to find green clothing Were matching to the aquarium today. The suburbs and the wilds have similar morning noises. Crickets still awake, singing their song. But anytime I have a cuddly sleepy baby in my arms and a headstrong mini fashionista in my room Is the best.
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
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