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Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I make a loud noise when changing jacket. I become bigger and delicious.
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
What has an eye but cannot see?
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?