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What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
What can go through glass without breaking it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?