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Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
If I drink, I die. If I eat, I am fine. What am I?
I am carried by mad animals.
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?