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I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?