Orange
Orange is the color of the dead leaves falling to the ground
Orange is the bright bonfire crackling in the night
Orange is the smell of a freshly baked pumpkin pie
Orange is the feeling of the fall breeze blowing through the air
Orange is the taste of a perfectly cooked turkey for thanksgiving dinner
Orange is the sound of the children laughing through the pumpkin patch
Orange is the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet
Orange is the feeling of a new sweater
Orange is a young fox chasing a squirrel through the backyard
Orange is autumn
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