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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
I hide but my head is outside.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
If you count 20 houses on your right going to the store and 20 houses on your left coming home, how many houses did you count?