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I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
What age most travelers have?