Recently one morning coming out of the very low cloud up on Oxenhope Moor into a sudden bright world of blue and sunshine, the vapour looking like smoke boiling up from the valley.
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| Cloud moving upwards |
A few days later, not to be outdone by Nature's harmless spectacle, the keepers of 'game' must pollute an unblemished sky with their acrid heather burning, the plume of which flew out all along the tops before curling down into the valley.
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| smoke moving down |
And I was left wondering at the circularity of things and shamed by an artist's fascination with the shapeshifting splendour of big smoke.
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