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Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What gets wet while drying?
What language does a billboard speak?