TOTD: Senses

Orange by Natalie

I feel a ripe orange on my orange tree.
I hear a little orange bird singing on my fence.
I taste sweet, fresh orange juice.
I smell an orange flower that is just growing from a seed.
I see a pretty, orange butterfly fluttering in the sky.

(Makeandtakes.com)

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Library Tech grad who is currently working on a BA in Political Science and filling all her time with books.
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