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I stretch but never walk, hold outfits yet never wear them. I work best outdoors, hate rainstorms, and leave cloth hanging when my job is done. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, yet I come alive with wind. I can run but never walk, Have a mouth but never talk. I can drown you, yet I have no lungs. Break me, and I grow stronger.

It is often overlooked, With no purpose other than to fill space Yet it can lend charm to what would otherwise be emptiness

A state of knowing reached with no deliberation A product of the subconscious? Often improved with experience