I cover without hiding, leaving spaces where secrets may show. delicate and patterned, I dress edges, sleeves, and bows. Light as a whisper, yet detailed in design, I look finely woven, with openings by design.

A cold, sweet treat well suited for a hot summer day. Start with the person we are celebrating today, followed by an erudite way to point out the original author made a mistake. Finish with a French article.

I reflect what stands before me, yet hold no memory. I double the world, yet make no sound. A silent mimic of your every move, I stand.

I’m what mermaids use to get those stubborn stains out of their fins.

I’m everything you can’t put in a box. I’m nothing... and that’s my job. What am I?