Yellow loves tang and spark, a touch of chilly, a squeeze of lime, some sweetness, not too heavy, light and fresh, rice paper roles are the best.
Yellow sounds sweet and light, she loves music that is positive and bright.
Yellow skips and dances around, almost floating on the ground. She has a dress that flows while she moves, especially when she’s in a happy mood.
Yellow wants joy for all, always trying her best, but often without success.
Yellow is talented with a hoopla hoop, dancing around with her loop.
Yellow’s biggest fear is sadness and gloom, if for happiness there is no room.
7 June 2019
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