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An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What is full of holes, but can still hold a lot of water?
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?