bl-uh-d or-an-j!
The thought grosses out my daughter.
So the boy repeats it with zest.
Not nice!
And we warn her about imbuing sounds with power.
How about the oranges?
meh.
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At times [the twilight cloud] will overspread the whole west as a sheet of brilliant magenta, but more frequently it blares with scarlet, carmine, crimson, flushing up and then fading out, shifting from one color to another; and finally dying out in a beautiful ashes of roses.
“Desert Sky and Clouds”, The Desert, John C. Van Dyke, 1901
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