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Purple

I am the sweet smelling lilac bush blooming in late spring. I am the jagged streak of light bursting from a thunderstorm. I am the simple iris flower that opens up your eyes. I am the dried out raisins in your morning cereal. I am the chewed up binky your baby outgrew. I am the liquid in your transparent glass that fades away your problems. I am the breathtaking view of a sunset that illuminates a path across the bay.

Purple

I am the sweet smelling lilac bush blooming in late spring. I am the jagged streak of light bursting from a thunderstorm. I am the simple...