Two: A friend to behold, close to the ground Two more: Early, transmission of sound Preferred by growers, green-thumbed and root-bound

Bird is it. The Bible, too. And a nineties acquiescence brings nostalgia to you.

I have seas that cannot flow, fields of dust where nothing can grow. I am the master of the moving deep, The one eye open while the giants sleep.

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I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.