Y E L L O W

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   Yellow was the color of his hair when the sunlight kissed upon it. It was the lemon in our ice tea as we sipped it on top of a hill.

Yellow was the way I laughed at his jokes or how he made me feel happy. It was the color of my dress that day, appropriate for a picnic. It was the color of the bright sun the beamed at our love. In fact, our love was yellow.

Yellow was warm and fuzzy and full of joy.

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