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The Honeysuckle

On a warm evening you pass a honeysuckle in bloom - or step into the warm, resinous scent of sun-baked pine - and, without quite deciding to, you stop. Your eyes half-close. You draw a slow breath in through your nose - and for a second you’re somewhere else: a childhood garden, a holiday, a feeling you couldn’t name if you tried.

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