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One summer when I was three or four, Dad sowed some marigolds beside the front path. They were the simple single-petal ones, not the frilly doubles that most people grow now. When they flowered, they were an incredible orange colour. I had never seen anything with such intense colour. And not only that - there were gradations of many different oranges within them. I was mesmerised. I stood and stared into them, drunk with colour. |
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