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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Tall, I am young. Old, I am short. With life I glow. Anemoi is my foe.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
What is always on its way but never arrives?
It can be grown in your yard or bought at the store and is given for love when less is more?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.