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Buttercup Hill

Only a block away, really at the end of our cul-de-sac, we were a world away up on Buttercup Hill. No houses with prying eyes, only boulders with crawly surprises. They would invade our craggy castle and we would abandon it to run farther up Buttercup Hill. The golden grass waved, long enough to slip beneath our outstretched fingers. Sometimes the little blue and yellow flowers would catch our eyes and we would pause our climb. Pick a bunch and run back down the hill, down th

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