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How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
What can go through glass without breaking it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?