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Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
My first is a creature whose breeding is unclear. My second, a price you must pay. My whole can be found in the river of Time and refers to events of today.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?