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I plow and plow but never sow.
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I am a popular afterlife location to send evil people
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?