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As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?