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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 am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
What language does a billboard speak?