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The sharp, sweet taste of russet apple,
the texture of the skin.
The smell of sandalwood soap.
The refreshing delicate taste of Earl Grey Tea cleanses the palette -
Smooth.
The scent and story of old leather and polished oak -
The grandeur of it all.
The old lady with grey hair, tied in a bun, wearing a beautiful long black silk dress with pearls around her neck: the epitome of elegance: Refine, restrained and enchanting.
The old man with grey hair at the Victoria and Albert museum how he seduced my eyes.
The green fields,
The undulating hills of Devon.
The railway journey from Exeter to Plymouth,
The scent of crushed ferns and nettle…walking along river banks.
The colour scarlet melts into sunsets.
The view across the Thames from Waterloo Bridge -
The dirty brown water.
The old cafes in the East End selling unappetising eels,
The rock formations along the Cornish coastline,
