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Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What tastes better than it smells?
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?