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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
There is one word that stands the test of time and holds fast to the center of everything. Though everyone will try at least once in their life to move around this word, but in fact, unknowingly, they use it every moment of the day. Young or old, awake or in sleep, human or animal, this word stands fast. It belongs to everyone, to all living things, but no one can master it. The word is?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?