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Hack . Hack at it again with the white mug. They're windows or tallies or a desperate plea. For disturbed days.
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Harriet . Just a sweet little glitter sand dune, designed to perch on your shoulder for support.
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Havan . A sun-filled hovel on a stormy day.
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Heart . This is the shape my cold little blue heart made when we made eye contact. This is how much my heart can hold: 8 ounces, give or take.
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Hector . I know I make a lot of ocean references with my mugs, but if you can look at this and not want to construct a small licorice raft and float off into it, I don't know what to tell you.
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Heet . Sunset over a stripy mountain of dill pickle spheres, broad beans, and the sound of singing circadians.
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Hen . Short for Henry, but not short for a mug, relatively average-heighted in fact. Appears to be made out of a partially burnt piece of wood, but is not. Is made out of clay.
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Higgins . Named after a beach that is not so much a lay-in-the-sun beach as much as it is a play-the-water, lose-track-off-time, tan-extremely-unevenly kind of beach. A full-bodied mug. Tan is matte, white is smoothy-smooth glossy.
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Hoast . Haunted by toast! You get it. Activate this mug with hot water and as your tea brews, you’ll feel compelled to eat bread, but you want to kill it first and then spread it with the gelatinous redness of preserved berries. You know.
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Honey . This mug is made of honey taffy* melting in the sun. The inside has a delicate pattern of concentric circles in lavender. I apologize that one of these photos is blurry, but I didn't notice when I took it, and she looks so jolly and relaxed that I wanted to leave it in.
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Howard . 24 oz
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IDK . This is what the inside of my brain looks like sometimes - maybe yours too. An average capacity mug. That feels right.
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Imogen .
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Imp .
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Impend . So much impends upon a new coffee mug, glazed with green and yellow, beside the white creamer.
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Ione . Blue sky or water or blood hods veins or tree trunks or rivulets.
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Issue . A tide pool dressed in lace collar for dinner, gloves off but tucked neatly under the arm at the ready.
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I Wish . Is it oafish to wish I were a painted fish by a dish of squishy knish—delish!
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