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I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house.
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
What do you call a boomerang that doesnβt come back?
What breaks when you say its name?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.