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Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.