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High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
What goes up but never comes down?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?