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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.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?