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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.
Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
It's the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?