Some people avoid me, some people count me, some people just consume me. What am I?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.See answer
I am killer of trees but people need me.
I can be blown away by a breeze
and I have been here since ancient Greece.
What am I?
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