High

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The Kemps lived in a cottage holed in lush green countryside, scented with wild onions and cloaked with pollen, until their trees grew too high.

“If you don’t cut them down”, said The Witch from next door, “I’ll replace them with poppies and whip you on to a cliff edge”.

“She’s done it”, said Mr Kemp, as he opened the curtains to see a grey sea and a low waving wall of salt ruined red.

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