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What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
What can be filled with empty hands?
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?