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What is the smallest bridge in the world?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
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?
What is the thing that stays the same size, but the more it's used the more it decreases?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?