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I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
What can you fold but not crease?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?