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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?
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
What can you put in a barrel to make it lighter?
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?