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Where humans breath liquid?
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.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?