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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What is it that has four legs, one head, and a foot?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?