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Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What is the thing that stays the same size, but the more it's used the more it decreases?
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.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
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.
Why was the cook arrested?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?