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you need thousands of me to create a digital image.
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?