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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.