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I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
Which popular cheese is made backwards?