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What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
It's usually found dried, but often kept slicker. Above another need, it's said to be thicker. What is it?
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned. But the man who drowned had no brother. Who was the beggar to the man who drowned?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.