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The gold was the shade of bleached buttercups.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2020.
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The gold had become enmeshed in the guts of the guards following the explosion, garishly painted in faecal matter and sinew.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2020.
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There it was, the gold, as cold and still as a corpse.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2020.
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Next to a plant that stretched up to the sun was a lump of gold, pale in comparison to the beauty of a single petal.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2020.
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Her voice was as cold as the gold she wore.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 15, 2020.