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ORANGE

Orange like the sunsets when waiting for the  boom of the space shuttle while a family stood in their driveway.

Orange like Rothko's painting that thought me how to feel while I wandered through my emotions.

Orange like the mix between the sun, the sand, and the rock where angles stood in Zion; ​while I witnessed pure beauty.

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