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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?