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The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?