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I was sixteen; it was comforting
sitting in bed reading a book
on hydrangeas, with black and white photos of no doubt
colourful flowers, and I
skimmed over things I couldn’t
possibly grasp gardening ..
Published 17th Jan 2022
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18th Jan 2022 1:33am
Black and white photos of otherwise superbly colorful flowers would not do it for me either. Dull. As in dull life.
