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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
What can be filled with empty hands?
What language does a billboard speak?