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What can you catch but not throw?
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
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.
What gets closer when you blink?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?