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You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
Craig died in Florida. Shortly after, Tracy died at sea. Nobody mourned, In fact, everyone was absolutely delighted. Why?
What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?