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A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden’s hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye. What am I?

A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden’s hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden’s hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

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