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A single seater best accompanied by circus music and great balance.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
The epic tale of two women battling over a sparkly pair of shoes.
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
What can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by itself
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?