Answer:
Born in the past, but only lives in the present. Sometimes false, always personal.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
A job that involves sitting in a highchair, wearing a black gown and smacking things with a mallet
where do turkeys dance
What is in the middle of nowhere?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.