I die half my life and live the rest.
I dance without music and breathe without breath.
What am I ?
A fire can die, but that means it is diminishing. Is a fire necessarily increasing in living? Maybe.
A flower doesn't spend its life dying, and its potential dance is subjective to the wind...
My Guess is bellows... that's my best answer...
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Posted by Chuck
on 2004-03-25 14:53:15 |