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I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
What has to be broken before you can use it?
Which is faster, hot or cold?
Small and bearded, both in the real world and in stories.
Its fleece is warm and wooly white. And when you lie awake at night, count it and you'll fall asleep. What is it?
What is always coming but never arrives?