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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?