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I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once I’ve told you all I cannot tell you more.
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
I plow and plow, but never sow. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects but built by minds.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?