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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
What has wheels and flies but is not an aircraft?