What would you do if you could not chew? It’s something we all must daily do. How would you eat, what would you choose? What tool exists to chew for you?

Give me a minute, Warm Voice, well-chosen! I'll sing when it's ready, Or partly still frozen...

Vivid hues on paper trails, aligning thoughts with colors in hand. They dance across white plains, leaving vibrant echoes of imagination behind.

Swollen and soggy, I've been soaked through. But in all of my training... The liquid was blue!!!

I’m knotted in style but never in rope, I sit at your collar, a symbol of hope. Split in two wings, yet I never can fly, I dress up your front when formal days are nearby.