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a young man was 45 age in 1995 and 40 in 2000 how is it possible
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
What asks but never answers?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?