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The kitchen tiles are the calling of the ocean with their swirls of cyan and royal blue. As I cook my imagination sees fish within the depths, it sees the whales and how their tails flick above the waves in playful movements.

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The kitchen tiles are sombre browns with cream and the palest of turquoise glass, each of them stacked as a pile of books might be by some happily distracted reader. The rocks are so grounding and the glass brings memories of clear water on sunny days.

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The kitchen tiles are from an era past, a time when their colours were all the fashion. They have a beauty in their own way, a calling to strength and boldness.

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There were a new modern sort of kitchen tile, sleek, flat and monochrome. After the garishness of living, of the scratching nails of commercialism, they were a sight for sore eyes, a chance to rest.

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The kitchen tiles were a rich warm cream, the kind of hue that is soothing in its gentleness. They were stacked much the same as the bricks of a house, each placed by a careful loving hand.

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The kitchen tiles clad even the pillar, giving it a soft and iridescent sheen, drawing the eye up to the rafters and solid roof above.

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The kitchen tiles were a warm semi-translucent gold, each shaped as a hexagon, together delivering the effect of a sweet honey comb cocoon.