Sunroom Books

 Do you have a favorite morning spot?

With the addition of new bookshelves, my sunroom is now complete.

 What had been missing, was a place to put all of my sunroom books. 
While the world outside the windows is just becoming light, I start my day with a blanket,
a cup of ginger honey tea, and a stack of books that are inspiring, hopeful, or thought-provoking. 

Books that are so uplifting, you need to keep them close, even after the last page.

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