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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I mirror your actions.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I ask no questions, but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.