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A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
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 measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?