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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
A colorful cuisine without flesh
What is it that after you take away the whole, some still remains?
What gives life and love, and is there till they die? What can hide you and find you, heal you and feed you but should never give up on you?
This is meat from the upper part of a pig's leg salted and dried or smoked, often enjoyed in a sandwich.
Why is the letter B always cool?