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I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?