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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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