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I can be found in seconds, minutes and centuries, but not in days, years or decades.
Whipping one of these out in the wrong setting is said to be terrible luck.
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What has 4 fingers and a thumb, but is not living?
What gets broken when you don't hold it?
How did the farmer find his wife?