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Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
What is the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end and the end of every race?
I shoot but never kills
I sit high glowing and watch the world go by. Without me everything would seem dull and dangerous. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?