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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What weaves webs as they grow?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
if your love your mom and your dad and your brother and your family members but no one knows who your are who are you?
A man went to a place on thursday on his horse, he came back 3 days later on thursday how is this possible?
Why was the cook arrested?