Riddle: A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
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Riddle: I swing, I slide, I pivot, I fold. In every house, my tale is told. What am I?
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Riddle: I start with the letter B, and your feet go inside of me. What am I?
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Riddle: It describes an era in history during which lights was hard to come by.
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