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Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
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?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?