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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?