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The umbrella she was holding was clear, clear enough that she could see the rain pouring down on top of it. She liked that feeling. It reminded her of being at the zoo, or watching TV, in the best way possible. She loved it. She could stand there all day, looking up through her umbrella.
Silk billows like the wind, it's stronger than the wind, yet it looks so frail, why?, why does it look so delicate?