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It flavors your food and divides the year up. What is it?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
It is in every mountain, it's not in any hill, it's not in all the world, and yet it's in the mill.
You have it even if there is none.
Once you know it exists, it no longer exists. What is it?
What can never be put in a saucepan?