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You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
What is red and nailed to a wall?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?