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Jan 15. 2026
I can hide in the attic or drift in the wind, I’m soft as a whisper but born from heat. I vanish with water, yet I tell of fire’s past. What am I?
Jan 15. 2026
I can hide in the attic or drift in the wind, I’m soft as a whisper but born from heat. I vanish with water, yet I tell of fire’s past. What am I?