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A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
What weaves webs as they grow?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.