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[ricreare]

It seems some of you are becoming bored with what Reggio Calabria has to offer. This isn't surprising, since people are rarely satisfied for long, but instead of furthering the complaining how about we work out some sort of solution

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[agente_fatale]

Oh I'm good at these.

That would be a windmill.

[ricreare]

That's correct.

Another?

[agente_fatale]

Sure.

[ricreare]

A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What am I?

[agente_fatale]

Rain?

[ricreare]

Right again.

Shall I continue until you object?

[agente_fatale]

Might as well.

[ricreare]

Indeed.

What turns everything around, but does not move?

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[agente_fatale]

hm.

[agente_fatale]

A mirror?

[ricreare]

You are good at these, aren't you?

Almost everyone sees me without noticing me, for what is beyond is what he or she seeks. What am I?

[agente_fatale]

...

Alright, you got me.
I have no clue.

[ricreare]

Moving on then. Or would you like a clue?

[agente_fatale]

Nah we can skip it.

[ricreare]

Then how about..

Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue, and grey,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.

[agente_fatale]

An eye.