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You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
I hide but my head is outside.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What can be underwater, under fire, on fire and taking water all at the same time?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?