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We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?