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she never had a favorite color always finding beauty in every shade and when asked her favorite color she simply spoke in a daze "the greens of summer grass bright and welcoming bare feet the golden yellow of evening sun rays how they dance across the sea the deep red of fresh cut roses brought to lovers doorsteps the pale pink of early morning skies the orange and scarlet that melts with it" she had so many favorites until she met him for the second she caught a glimpse of his light eyes that made even a clear ocean seem mundane she undoubtedly knew her favorite color was blue s.s
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
favorite color
she never had a favorite color always finding beauty in every shade and when asked her favorite color she simply spoke in a daze "the greens of summer grass bright and welcoming bare feet the golden yellow of evening sun rays how they dance across the sea the deep red of fresh cut roses brought to lovers doorsteps the pale pink of early morning skies the orange and scarlet that melts with it" she had so many favorites until she met him for the second she caught a glimpse of his light eyes that made even a clear ocean seem mundane she undoubtedly knew her favorite color was blue s.s
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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