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