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Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What weaves webs as they grow?
What breaks on the water but never on the land?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?