Her coffee tasted like interrupted sleep. Her muffin crumbled like her morning had. She needed cold slices of cucumber to deflate the bags under her eyes but all she had was wet wipes. So she wet wiped her way through the day until wine time.
Tiare Snow, Author of SHE: A collection of you, me, her, lives on the Gold Coast with her husband and three children. Wine, writing, and creating book clubs fill the in-between moments of her daily life.
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