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Where humans breath liquid?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
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.
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?