Winter Riddle

The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I'm dirt.  I'm soft as a feather, yet colder than stone.  I'm seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it's not obvious enough. The answer is a compound word.

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Framed

They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name "teacher" for the name "student" that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the process of developing one's self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost … Continue reading Framed