The color shimmers with the promise of new beginnings, of hope, of rebirth. If such a thing were possible, it would smell of a freshly cut lawn, or the sweetly scented air after a hard rain. It makes me want to caress it as I would velvet, rubbing it slowly under my fingers, this way and that way, savoring the sensation of being caressed in return by the soft weave of it.
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Chosen because I wonder if I'm not doing this myself.
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