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Sunbeams woven into fabric, her wardrobe a symphony of gold. From dandelion dandelions to honeyed marigolds, each piece whispered tales. Mustard memories of childhood laughter, saffron sunsets spun into silk scarves. Lemon-drop dreams embroidered on her skirt, a canary cape catching whispers of the wind. She wasn't just draped in yellow, she lived it, breathed it, spoke its vibrant language. And oh, the stories she could tell, spun from sunshine and dandelions, every thread a golden chapter in her vibrant life.
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