Riddle: I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
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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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