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Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?