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Purple II
Purple is the color of a midnight dream when you wake with a smile but can’t remember a word.
Purple is the color of a summer storm when the clouds pile high and the Earth opens wide in grateful joy.
Purple is the color of a blueberry pie when the steam curls high over crumbly crusts and tongues drip in anticipation.
Purple is the color of frost-stained glass when you wake to see the first winter snow.
Purple is the color of fluttering curtains dancing in the breeze of a new spring day.
Purple is the color of freedom and life.
Purple is the color of a summer storm when the clouds pile high and the Earth opens wide in grateful joy.
Purple is the color of a blueberry pie when the steam curls high over crumbly crusts and tongues drip in anticipation.
Purple is the color of frost-stained glass when you wake to see the first winter snow.
Purple is the color of fluttering curtains dancing in the breeze of a new spring day.
Purple is the color of freedom and life.
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