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What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Why was the cook arrested?