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The only surviving flowers from a beautiful bouquet. They glow, pink and perfect. Petals spiralling into a delicate centre, each one is unique, its scent rising with every brush or sniff.
It sits in the saucepan, white and pulsing with the first simmering bubbles of heat. As its scent rises to my nostrils, I think of the fresh, buttered bread I will dip into it.