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I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
What can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it?
I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate although I take my time I am never late. I accompany life and survive past demise I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes. What am I?
I go around a yard but do not move. What am I?
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?