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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 dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?