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I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.