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Riddle:
I am from two, united as one. But one of the two is two in its sum. The one that is not two is one just the same. Combined, we raise a glass to their fame.
What am I?
I am from two, united as one. But one of the two is two in its sum. The one that is not two is one just the same. Combined, we raise a glass to their fame.
What am I?
November 28, 2024 at 11:40 PM
Riddle:
I am from two, united as one. But one of the two is two in its sum. The one that is not two is one just the same. Combined, we raise a glass to their fame.
What am I?
I am from two, united as one. But one of the two is two in its sum. The one that is not two is one just the same. Combined, we raise a glass to their fame.
What am I?
Riddle:
A breeze through the still, condensation on the sill. Moisture above the bed and pollen off the mill. Send me through farmland, animals come alive. For it is within me that bees leave their hive.
A breeze through the still, condensation on the sill. Moisture above the bed and pollen off the mill. Send me through farmland, animals come alive. For it is within me that bees leave their hive.
November 28, 2024 at 1:16 AM
Riddle:
A breeze through the still, condensation on the sill. Moisture above the bed and pollen off the mill. Send me through farmland, animals come alive. For it is within me that bees leave their hive.
A breeze through the still, condensation on the sill. Moisture above the bed and pollen off the mill. Send me through farmland, animals come alive. For it is within me that bees leave their hive.
Riddle:
God turns from me, yet many choose to flock. I am but a door, to one place I will lock. Some come to visit, others, they stay. I have a heavy price, the highest, some say.
What am I?
God turns from me, yet many choose to flock. I am but a door, to one place I will lock. Some come to visit, others, they stay. I have a heavy price, the highest, some say.
What am I?
November 27, 2024 at 8:02 PM
Riddle:
God turns from me, yet many choose to flock. I am but a door, to one place I will lock. Some come to visit, others, they stay. I have a heavy price, the highest, some say.
What am I?
God turns from me, yet many choose to flock. I am but a door, to one place I will lock. Some come to visit, others, they stay. I have a heavy price, the highest, some say.
What am I?