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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday. Today will be as far from Wednesday. As today was from Wednesday. When the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
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