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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?