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| Down the hill to Varen at 8 am, mist in the valley |
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| 9am and the mist has gone but still a grey sky |
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| My stepdads poppy and the ''war of the roses, poppy'' |
Wherever we live I take my stepdads poppy, he was a great gardener and loved his lawn being pristine but his poppies wild and blowsy. You can just see a purple weedy poppy but next to it a stronger version of the poppies in dispute.
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