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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?