Brown Eyes
"What color are my eyes?" she asked.
"Brown, Dear," one replied.
"No, No, I think its more of an amber," another argued
"Acually," the third began
"Her eyes are not simply brown or amber. Her eyes are the color of comfort on a long day. They are crisp sunsets sweetened with honey and melted gold. Perhaps, the color of a cool September birthday when the leaves change the world into a canvas. Some would even dare to say that they are a smooth bourbon with cubes of flaxen ice. Her eyes are not brown, they are a symphony."
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