What is small, often sweet, and helps websites remember you?

When pruning and wiring becomes an art, creating miniatures that resemble their forest counterpart.

No lungs, no words, yet still I sing, as horsehair dances across my strings. In trembling tones I rise and fall, a musical voice that says it all.

Sharp tool to cut and shave without me you will have a bad time in the cave

Inked tales of yesterday, delivered daily. Those in the know will be found whispering truths and tales, its viewpoint capturing the world in black and white.