A long time ago, my neighbour gave me a pot of plant that I thought was very interesting and I accepted her gift. Although the flowers were not very attractive, the appearance of the plant seemed to portray a determination to be liked. It had beautiful leaves that were large complementing a cluster of small orange-coloured flowers supported by a long stalk. It was wonderful just as it was. It was a pity that I did not take good care of the plant because I was busy at work and had no time to treasure it. The plant died. My neighbour moved. What is lost is worth thinking about sometimes.
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