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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
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.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
I work when I play and play when I work.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?