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With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.