Riddle: Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
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Riddle: A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
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