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You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
I'm many people's favorite place even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave if you get cold use my sleeves.
I am heavy forward, but backward I'm not. What am I?
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?