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Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.