Last night, I started reading “The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making”
She smoothed the lap of her now-wrinkled and rumpled orange dress. She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade.
Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things.
No, you certainly can’t ignore orange things.