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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
What can go through glass without breaking it?
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?
Craig died in Florida. Shortly after, Tracy died at sea. Nobody mourned, In fact, everyone was absolutely delighted. Why?
What's a place you have left but didn't enter?
The more that there is of this, the less you see. What is it?