Riddle: As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
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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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