Discovering the Amazing World and Life of foxy angel

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