orange
Orange—
redolent of grandma’s tiger lilies in the dead of July
tastes of sweet citrus on an everlasting summer day
vibrations of Turnover spinning on vinyl
views of the sky painting itself in gentle hues
feelings of tender embrace—reassuring that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
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