Pussy willows at the farmer's market. I've always like them. My grandma used to have them in a vase when I was a kid, and I remember playing with them, until she would tell me to knock it off. (They were so soft and fuzzy, but did break off easily, so I can understand why she wanted me to quit.) The curly ones above are unusual- I don't think I've seen them before.
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