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Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that canβt be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?