Copse/precious

I’m not wasting another precious moment of this unseasonable warmth; if anyone needs me, I’ll be picnicking in the yonder copse with a butterfly on my shoulder and a peanut butter and jelly down my gullet.
-Gladys Potter

I didn’t want anyone stealing my collection of precious metals, so I did the smart thing and buried 900 pounds of gold, silver, and copper in a copse somewhere in Connecticut, where my only issues are bears and trying to find the spot where my treasure is hidden.
–Cindy Capleton

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