Yellow. That was the color of her. Not her skin, mind you, who cares what her skin looks like. No. yellow was the color she was. It’s the color I see when she laughs and the color that streams from her eyes when she looks at me. Yellow is the color of her smile, of the way she moves, yellow is the color of her soul. The color of dandelions, the color of the sun, the color of her flowing hair, the color of everything she is. Yellow is the color I see when I look at her and pray that it never fades. She is beautiful, she is kind, she is talent. She is yellow. There’s no other way to describe it. Some people are brown, some people blue or red, but no one has ever been quite the same shade of yellow that I see when I look at her. No one is quite as bright, or quite as glowing. Nobody’s color is as clear as hers. Nobody screams yellow quite as loud. And it’s perfect.
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Prompt: yellow
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