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I open to close but I close to open. I'm surrounded by water but I'm never soaking. What am I?
What do you get when you mix lemons with gun powder?
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
I am a fruit with seed on the outside.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.