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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
How can you tell when a mummy has a cold?