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You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.